I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? That’s the feeling.

I've been and am absurdly over-estimated. There are no supermen and I'm quite ordinary, and will say so whatever the artistic results. In that point I'm one of the few people who tell the truth about myself.

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

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

The printing press is the greatest weapon in the armoury of the modern commander.