The desert is no longer a landscape, it is a pure form produced by the abstraction of all others.
Footprints washed away by the tides of time, leaving behind echoes of adventures past.
The desert, when the sun comes up... I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.
A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it.