A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.

This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.

The Beduin could not look for God within him: he was too sure that he was within God.

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

Yet when we achieved, and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake it in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep: and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace.

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

It seems to me that the conquest of the air is the only major task for our generation.