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.

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

We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.

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

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

The Beduin of the desert, born and grown up in it, had embraced with all his sour this nakedness too harsh for volunteers, for the reason, felt but inarticulate, that there he found himself indubitably free.

To make war upon rebellion is messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.