Big things have small beginnings, sir.
" I cannot fiddle, but I can make a great state from a little city." Themistocles, sir.
Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me. For ordinary men, it's a burning fiery furnace.
So long as the Arabs fight tribe against tribe...so long will they be a little people...a silly people. Greedy, barbarous and cruel, as you are.
Dreaming won't get you to Damascus, but discipline will.
The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped. On this ocean, the Bedu go where they please and strike where they please. This is the way the Bedu has always fought.
1000 Arabs means 1000 knives. It means 1000 camels. That means 1000 packs of high explosives and 1000 crack rifles.
I have been is Deraa now for three and a half years. If they posted me to the dark side of the moon, I could not be more...isolated.
Not many people have a destiny, Lawrence. It's a terrible thing for a man to funk it if he has.
I'll tell thee what...being an Arab will be thornier than you suppose, Harith.In all my years, I've never seen anything like it.
My friend Lawrence, if I may call him that. " My friend Lawrence." How many men will claim the right to use that phrase? How proudly. He longs for the greenness of his native land. He pines for the Gothic cottages of Surrey, is it not? Already in imagination, he catches trout...and all the activities of the English gentleman.
Young men make wars, and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men. Courage and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace. And the vices of peace are the vices of old men. Mistrust and caution. It must be so.
