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

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.

At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, and the whole universe was a hill.

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

Love is always being given where it is not required.