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

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

A thick headcloth forms a good protection against the sun, and if you wear a hat your best Arab friends will be ashamed of you in public.

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

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

The Beduin could not look for God within him: he was too sure that he was within God.

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