Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

Life - No, I've nothing to teach you about it for the moment. May be writing about it another week.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.

If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.

People in a novel can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist wishes; their inner as well as their outer life can be exposed.