As long as the Arabs fight tribe against tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people, greedy, barbarous and cruel.

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

Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

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.

There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

The dreamers of the day are dangerous... for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.