The Beduin Of The Desert, Born And

Club Secretary: I Say, Lawrence. You Are A Clown! Lawrence: We Can't All Be Lion Tamers.

All Men Dream, But Not Equally. Those Who Dream By Night In The Dusty Recesses Of Their Minds, Wake In The Day To Find That It Was Vanity: But The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous Men, For They May Act On Their Dreams With Open Eyes, To Make Them Possible.

Suppose We Were (as We Might Be) An Influence, An Idea, A Thing Intangible, Invulnerable, Without Front Or Back, Drifting About Like A Gas? Armies Were Like Plants, Immobile, Firm-rooted, Nourished Through Long Stems To The Head. We Might Be A Vapour, Blowing Where We Listed Ours Should Be A War Of Detachment. We Were To Contain The Enemy By The Silent Threat Of A Vast, Unknown Desert

The People Of England Have Been Led In Mesopotamia Into A Trap From Which It Will Be Hard To Escape With Dignity And Honor.

They Taught Me That No Man Could Be Their Leader Except He Ate The Ranks' Food, Wore Their Clothes, Lived Level With Them, And Yet Appeared Better In Himself.