It seems to me that the conquest of the air is the only major task for our generation.

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

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

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

I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.

I had dropped one form and not taken on the other, and was become like Mohammed's coffin in our legend, with a resultant feeling of intense loneliness in life, and a contempt, not for other men, but for all they do.

The literature of disease is more interesting to me than all the healthy books.