Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
E. M. ForsterBut nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.
E. M. ForsterThe sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can't touch - like England 's grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
E. M. Forster