I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars T. E. Lawrence More Quotes by T. E. Lawrence More Quotes From T. E. Lawrence 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. T. E. Lawrence dream success inspirational Your success will be proportioned to the amount of mental effort you devote to it. T. E. Lawrence amount effort Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day. T. E. Lawrence humour needs 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. T. E. Lawrence winning men war 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. T. E. Lawrence winning war hands 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. T. E. Lawrence tactics arabia book 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 autumn artist sleep Dream your dreams with open eyes and make them come true. T. E. Lawrence dreams-come-true eye dream The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped. T. E. Lawrence desert arabia ocean The dreamers of the day are dangerous... for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible. T. E. Lawrence vision eye dream Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are. T. E. Lawrence misery contentment literature He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed. T. E. Lawrence old-and-wise tired wise This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought. T. E. Lawrence desert creeds The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor. T. E. Lawrence mesopotamia honor people The greatest commander is he whose intuitions most nearly happen. T. E. Lawrence commanders intuition happens There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness. T. E. Lawrence aimlessness standards matter 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. T. E. Lawrence evil heaven years To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one's tail. T. E. Lawrence tin-cans news tails 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. T. E. Lawrence site garden heart 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. T. E. Lawrence finals war book
