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

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

Money pads the edges of things.

I do not believe in Belief.

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.

If there is on earth a house with many mansions, it is the house of words.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?