This Creed Of The Desert Seemed Inexpressible

We Had Been Hopelessly Labouring To Plough Waste Lands; To Make Nationality Grow In A Place Full Of The Certainty Of God… Among The Tribes Our Creed Could Be Only Like The Desert Grass – A Beautiful Swift Seeming Of Spring; Which, After A Day’s Heat, Fell Dusty.

The Printing Press Is The Greatest Weapon In The Armoury Of The Modern Commander.

I Wrote My Will Across The Sky, In Stars

As Long As The Arabs Fight Tribe Against Tribe, So Long Will They Be A Little People, A Silly People, Greedy, Barbarous And Cruel.

The Desert Was Held In A Crazed Communism By Which Nature And The Elements Were For The Free Use Of Every Known Friendly Person For His Own Purposes And No More.