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.
The people of England have been led in Mesopotamia into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor.
To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one's tail.
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.
This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.
When I am angry, I pray God to swing our globe into the fiery sun and prevent the sorrows of the not-yet-born: but when I am content, I want to lie forever in the shade, till I become a shade myself.
