I wrote my will across the sky, in stars
This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.
The beginning and ending of the secret of handling Arabs is unremitting study of them.
The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.
Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.
All the revision in the world will not save a bad first draft: for the architecture of the thing comes, or fails to come, in the first conception, and revision only affects the detail and ornament, alas!