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

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.

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

'A friend,' he repeated, sentimental suddenly. 'Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep.'

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.