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

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

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

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.

Dream your dreams with open eyes and make them come true.

It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.

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