All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

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

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 desert was held in a crazed communism by which Nature and the elements were for the free use of every known friendly person for his own purposes and no more.

Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day.

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

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