Like matter itself, an ideal is mutable, but indestructible. It does not die; it only undergoes a change.

The West for me means ambition, the East contentment. My heart is ever in one, my soul in the other.

Fire and light compete today in the East. But there is a lot of green firewood in this fire, and there is a lot of smoke in that light.

Breathless and unharmed, we emerge from the mazes of metaphysics and psychology where man and the soul are playing hide-and-seek.

I proceeded in my national mission, seeking to pave the way for an understanding between His Majesty and the other ruling princes of Arabia.

I renounce falsehood, whatsoever be the guise it assumes, and I embrace truth, wheresoever I find it.

When we go deep enough or high enough, we meet. It is only on the surface that we differ and sometimes clash. True, we do not always find our way to the depth or the height, or we do not take the trouble to do so.