This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.

I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving

Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.

The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are as exciting as the day before yesterday.