“Critic, relent!Your hope for repentanceWill meet with disapppointment.For this is the life,Not desert tents,Not camel’s milk!”

I bought abandon dearAnd sold all piety for pleasure.My own free spirit I have followed,And never will I give up lust.

You, mad to expect repentance,Tear your robe all you want;I will never repent!

Egyptians are like camels: they can put up with beatings, humiliation and starvation for a long time but when they rebel they do so suddenly and with a force that is impossible to control.

As a camel beareth labor, and heat, and hunger, and thirst, through deserts of sand, and fainteth not; so the fortitude of a man shall sustain him through all perils.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

A camel is a very awkward animal to ride, and it’s very hard to get used to because they’re not very graceful.