How to Raise an Elephant (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency #21)

by Alexander McCall Smith

there always seemed to come a time when the wells of generosity ran dry.

The benefits of progress had been unevenly spread.

Hate was a welcoming host and would always encourage you to join its parties.

It was not a complicated thing, kindness—we all knew how to be kind, and we all recognised it when we came across it. Sister Banjule had looked after Mma Makutsi’s late brother, Richard, when he had died. His life had not been of much importance or significance to others—he was a very ordinary man, who had not really done very much—but she had made him feel cherished in those final few days, and Mma Makutsi had never forgotten that.

this woman was one of those who had not been invited within the fold of plenty.

“It is our duty to forgive because if we do not, then we sentence ourselves to the repetition of the very things we want to avoid.”