When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

... there are shadows because there are hills.

But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.

He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.