I become more than ever convinced that it was not the sword that won a place for Islam in those days. It was the rigid simplicity, the utter self-effacement of Hussein, the scrupulous regard for pledges, his intense devotion to his friends and followers and his intrepidity, his fearlessness, his absolute trust in God and in his own mission. These and not the sword carried everything before them and surmounted every obstacle.

A great man may not do great things but they do ordinary things greatly.

I own no property and yet I feel that I am perhaps the richest man in the world.

Some form of common worship and a common place of worship appear to be a human necessity.

Prayer is either petitional or, in its wider sense, inward communion.

I would risk violence a thousand times rather than risk the emasculation of the whole race.

My attitude towards the British is one of utter friendliness and respect.