Immorality, I Know. Immortality, I Cannot Judge.

I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides Of Men Into My Hands/and Wrote My Will Across The Sky In Stars

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.

Nine-tenths Of Tactics Are Certain, And Taught In Books: But The Irrational Tenth Is Like The Kingfisher Flashing Across The Pool, And That Is The Test Of Generals.

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.

To Have News Value Is To Have A Tin Can Tied To One's Tail.