It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

I hated the idleness, the stupidity, the respectability, the petty unselfishness.

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.

The 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.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

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