T. E. Lawrence quotes:

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  • All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

  • 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.

  • Isn't it true that the fault of birth rests somewhat on the child? I believe it's we who led our parents on to bear us, and it's our unborn children who make our flesh itch.

  • Men have looked upon the desert as barren land, the free holding of whoever chose; but in fact each hill and valley in it had a man who was its acknowledged owner and would quickly assert the right of his family or clan to it, against aggression.

  • To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one's tail.

  • This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.

  • It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.

  • The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor.

  • Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

  • The printing press is the greatest weapon in the armoury of the modern commander.

  • Author says he suffered from both "a craving to be famous" and "a horror of being known to like being known.

  • There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

  • The beginning and ending of the secret of handling Arabs is unremitting study of them.

  • Suppose we were (as we might be) an influence, an idea, a thing intangible, invulnerable, without front or back, drifting about like a gas? Armies were like plants, immobile, firm-rooted, nourished through long stems to the head. We might be a vapour, blowing where we listed Ours should be a war of detachment. We were to contain the enemy by the silent threat of a vast, unknown desert

  • He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed...

  • The dreamers of the day are dangerous... for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

  • All the revision in the world will not save a bad first draft: for the architecture of the thing comes, or fails to come, in the first conception, and revision only affects the detail and ornament, alas!

  • 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.

  • As long as the arabs fight tribe against tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people, greedy, barbarous and cruel.

  • I've been & am absurdly over-estimated. There are no supermen & I'm quite ordinary, & will say so whatever the artistic results. In that point I'm one of the few people who tell the truth about myself.

  • I haven't got a heart: only the former site of one, with a monument there to say that it has been removed and the area it occupied turned into a public garden, in pursuance of the slum-clearance scheme.

  • Some of the evil of my tale may have been inherent in our circumstances. For years we lived anyhow with one another in the naked desert, under the indifferent heaven.

  • A thick headcloth forms a good protection against the sun, and if you wear a hat your best Arab friends will be ashamed of you in public.

  • The Beduin could not look for God within him: he was too sure that he was within God.

  • A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.

  • Yet when we achieved, and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake it in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep: and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace.

  • The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

  • Dream your dreams with open eyes and make them come true.

  • There could be no honor in sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat

  • To me an unnecessary action, or shot, or casualty, was not only waste but sin.

  • An opinion can be argued with; a conviction is best shot. The logical end of a war of creeds is the final destruction of one, and Salammbo is the classical text-book instance.

  • Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day.

  • Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.

  • 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.

  • Half a calamity is better than a whole one.

  • He feared his maturity as it grew upon him with its ripe thought, its skill, its finished art; yet which lacked the poetry of boyhood to make living a full end of life.

  • I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly,

  • 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.

  • I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars

  • I prefer lies to truth, especially when the lies are about me.

  • I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

  • If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.

  • If you wear Arab things, wear the best. Clothes are significant among the tribes, and you must wear the appropriate, and appear at ease in them. Dress like a Sherif, if they agree to it.

  • Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

  • In peace-armies discipline meant the hunt, not of an average but of an absolute; the hundred per cent standard in which the ninety-nine were played down to the level of the weakest man on parade.... The deeper the discipline, the lower was the individual excellence; also the more sure the performance.

  • It is difficult to keep quiet when everything is being done wrong, but the less you lose your temper the greater your advantage. Also then you will not go mad yourself.

  • It seems to me that the conquest of the air is the only major task for our generation.

  • Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

  • Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.

  • The Beduin of the desert, born and grown up in it, had embraced with all his sour this nakedness too harsh for volunteers, for the reason, felt but inarticulate, that there he found himself indubitably free.

  • The greatest commander is he whose intuitions most nearly happen.

  • The literature of disease is more interesting to me than all the healthy books.

  • They taught me that no man could be their leader except he ate the ranks' food, wore their clothes, lived level with them, and yet appeared better in himself.

  • To make war upon rebellion is messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.

  • We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.

  • 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. (T.E. Lawrence to artist Eric Kennington, May 1935 )

  • Your success will be proportioned to the amount of mental effort you devote to it.

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