Isn't It A Characteristic Of The Age

I Am The Son Of The Road , My Country Is A Caravan And My Life Is The Most Unexpected Of Voyages. I Belong To Earth And To The God And It Is To Them That I Will One Day Soon Return

For It Is Often The Way We Look At Other People That Imprisons Them Within Their Own Narrowest Allegiances. And It Is Also The Way We Look At Them That May Set Them Free.

God, She Was Beautiful - My First Image Of The Orient - A Woman Such As Only The Desert Poet Knew How To Praise: Her Face Was The Sun, Her Hair The Protecting Shadow, Her Eyes Fountains Of Cool Water, Her Body The Most Slender Of Palm-trees And Her Smile A Mirage.

Life Is Not So Long That One Can Grow Tired Of It

You Can't Say History Teaches Us This Or That; It Gives Us More Questions Than Answers, And Many Answers To Every Question.