Half a calamity is better than a whole one.

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

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

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

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

We had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of God… Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass – a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a day’s heat, fell dusty.