Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.

In peace-armies discipline meant the hunt, not of an average but of an absolute; the hundred per cent standard in which the ninety-nine were played down to the level of the weakest man on parade.... The deeper the discipline, the lower was the individual excellence; also the more sure the performance.

There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day.

As long as the Arabs fight tribe against tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people, greedy, barbarous and cruel.

Suppose we were (as we might be) an influence, an idea, a thing intangible, invulnerable, without front or back, drifting about like a gas? Armies were like plants, immobile, firm-rooted, nourished through long stems to the head. We might be a vapour, blowing where we listed Ours should be a war of detachment. We were to contain the enemy by the silent threat of a vast, unknown desert

The dreamers of the day are dangerous... for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.