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

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

Half a calamity is better than a whole one.

The beginning and ending of the secret of handling Arabs is unremitting study of them.

Dream your dreams with open eyes and make them come true.

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

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.