When you have reached your own room, be kind to those Who have chosen different doors and to those who are still in the hall.

We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties.

Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.

There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them.

Kids like us don't often have the chance of meeting a great warrior like you. Would you have a little fencing match with me? It would be frightfully decent.

While we are actually subjected to them, the 'moods' and 'spirits' of nature point no morals. Overwhelming gaiety, insupportable grandeur, sombre desolation are flung at you. Make what you can of them, if you must make at all. The only imperative that nature utters is, 'Look. Listen. Attend.

In your world, I have another name. You should know me by it.