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

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

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.

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.

Do not try and do too much with your own hands. Better the Arabs do it tolerably than you do it perfectly. It is their war, and you are to help them, not win it for them.

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.

Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.