Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the horses didn't want it — they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices "No, not yet," and the sky said "No, not there.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

Money pads the edges of things.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.

Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.