The greatest commander is he whose intuitions most nearly happen.
He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed.
Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.
The Beduin of the desert, born and grown up in it, had embraced with all his sour this nakedness too harsh for volunteers, for the reason, felt but inarticulate, that there he found himself indubitably free.
If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.
I had dropped one form and not taken on the other, and was become like Mohammed's coffin in our legend, with a resultant feeling of intense loneliness in life, and a contempt, not for other men, but for all they do.