Simple questions--and simple answers--were what we needed in life. That was what Mma Ramotswe believed. Yes.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.

There is room in history for all of us.

Manners are the basic building blocks of civil society.

I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

Man cannot measure the bounds nor fathom the depths of divine forgiveness...

I damaged my health during 'Les Mis, ' which I didn't want to mention in case it seemed like I was courting sympathy.

To forgive is not just to be altruistic.

Where today people surf the web and check their e-mail on their cell phones, tomorrow they will be checking their vital signs.

Every cookie is a sugar cookie. A cookie without sugar is a cracker.

No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions.

Life is not meant to be a burden. Life is not a problem to be solved. It is a blessing to be celebrated.

If we took a holiday, took some time to celebrate, just one day out of life, it would be, it would be so nice.

Dispose of everything that was lost. There's no time to dream about something that won't come back. I must look forward. Forward.

Can not the One who gives life to dead land, give life to dead hearts?