I Loved You, So I Drew These

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.

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.

Misery, Anger, Indignation, Discomfort-those Conditions Produce Literature. Contentment-never. So There You Are.

I Had Dropped One Form And Not Taken On The Other, And Was Become Like Mohammed's Coffin In Our Legend, With A Resultant Feeling Of Intense Loneliness In Life, And A Contempt, Not For Other Men, But For All They Do.