You Don't Turn Out As Many Books

Herbert, My Father, Was Born In Britain But Went Out To Africa In His Teens To Join His Father And Built Up An 18,000-acre Ranch In What Was Then Northern Rhodesia, Providing Work For The Locals. He Was My Hero When I Was A Boy.

I Go On A Hunting Safari At Least Once A Year To Botswana, Which Is Fantastic Because We Have A Huge Area Of Wilderness Entirely To Ourselves. My Island Covers Roughly 55 Acres, Which Again I Have To Myself, With Nearly Half A Kilometre Of Private Beach With My Own Jetties And Boats.

A Man Follows The Path Laid Out For Him. He Does His Duty To God And His King. He Does What He Must Do, Not What Pleases Him. God's Truth, Boy, What Kind Of World Would This Be If Every Man Did What Pleased Him Alone? Who Would Plough The Fields And Reap The Harvest, If Every Man Had The Right To Say, 'i Don't Want To Do That.' In This World There Is A Place For Every Man, But Every Man Must Know His Place.

Let It Simply Be Said That We Know More About The Details Of The Hours Immediately Before And The Actual Death Of Jesus, In And Near Jerusalem, Than We Know About The Death Of Any Other One Man In All The Ancient World.

I Don't Want Children. Why Should I Let Some Strange Little Monster Into My Life To Destroy What To Me Is A Perfect Set-up?