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

He feared his maturity as it grew upon him with its ripe thought, its skill, its finished art; yet which lacked the poetry of boyhood to make living a full end of life.

A thick headcloth forms a good protection against the sun, and if you wear a hat your best Arab friends will be ashamed of you in public.

The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

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.

The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor.

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