The Literature Of Disease Is More Interesting

Do Not Try And Do Too Much With Your Own Hands. Better The Arabs Do It Tolerably Than You Do It Perfectly. It Is Their War, And You Are To Help Them, Not Win It For Them.

The Desert Is An Ocean In Which No Oar Is Dipped.

I Wrote My Will Across The Sky, In Stars

You Wonder What I Am Doing? Well, So Do I, In Truth. Days Seem To Dawn, Suns To Shine, Evenings To Follow, And Then I Sleep. What I Have Done, What I Am Doing, What I Am Going To Do, Puzzle And Bewilder Me. Have You Ever Been A Leaf And Fallen From Your Tree In Autumn And Been Really Puzzled About It? That’s The Feeling.

He Feared His Maturity As It Grew Upon Him With Its Ripe Thought, Its Skill, Its Finished Art; Yet Which Lacked The Poetry Of Boyhood To Make Living A Full End Of Life.