The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls.

The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.

it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing.

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself!

That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.

The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the places thou hast visited or the distances thou hast traversed.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan.

the camels had strayed far in search of scarce grass. When collected, they displayed a fiendish ingenuity in throwing their loads and tangling themselves up in every possible strap.

There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan....

God hates sin not because he wants us to be good little boys and girls, but because he knows sin destroys that which he loves most: sinners.

My thoughts and actions made me who I am.

I am not afraid of storms, for I am leaning how to sail my ship.

Rothschild is the lord and master of the money markerts of the world and virtually lord and master of everything else.

We pledge to fight the dark forces high in the counsels of the Republican Party which have made political capital out of the techniques of character assassination by innuendo.

Like fresh milk a bad deed does not turn at once. It follows a fool scorching him like a smouldering fire.

Catch a dog in your favorite chair, and he slinks away abashed. The cat will pretend incomprehension; surely you must know it's her chair?

Of what does politics consist except the making of imperfect decisions, many of them unjust and quite a few of them deadly?

Anything is bearable if you can make a story out of it.

In the long run, the gold price has to go up in relation to paper money. There is no other way. To what price, that depends on the scale of the inflation - and we know that inflation will continue.