Herat, 8 December. What a day it was! God save me from any more adventures on a drained stomach. — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice. — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
There, carried high on a bank of clouds, hovers a shape, a triangle in the sky. This is the Holy Mountain Athos, station of… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
Herat, 8 December. What a day it was! God save me from any more adventures on a drained stomach. — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
“The murderers are supposed to have been Jewish revisionists, an extreme party that want to be rid of the English and set up a… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
Somebody must trespass on the taboos of modern nationalism, in the interests of human reason. Business can't. Diplomacy won't. It has to be people… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
I have learned that the cost of everything from a royal suite to a bottle of soda water can be halved by the simple… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
All present life is but an interjection, An'Oh!'or 'Ah!'of joy or misery, Or a 'Ha! ha!'or 'Bah!'a yawn or 'Pooh!' Of which perhaps the… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be… — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
“They say it is possible to see stars from the bottom of a well when the sun is shining.” — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
All tragedies are finished bya death, All comedies are ended bya marriage; The future states of both are left to faith. — Robert Byron Copy Share Image
