The dreamers of the day are dangerous... for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
T. E. LawrenceWe had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of Godโฆ Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass โ a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a dayโs heat, fell dusty.
T. E. LawrenceWe lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.
T. E. Lawrence