I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

Your success will be proportioned to the amount of mental effort you devote to it.

It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.

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

Isn't it true that the fault of birth rests somewhat on the child? I believe it's we who led our parents on to bear us, and it's our unborn children who make our flesh itch.

They taught me that no man could be their leader except he ate the ranks' food, wore their clothes, lived level with them, and yet appeared better in himself.

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