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

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

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

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

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.

The beginning and ending of the secret of handling Arabs is unremitting study of them.

It is difficult to keep quiet when everything is being done wrong, but the less you lose your temper the greater your advantage. Also then you will not go mad yourself.