Freedom does not guarantee masterpieces.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

People in a novel can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist wishes; their inner as well as their outer life can be exposed.

The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.

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

If human nature does alter it will be because individuals manage to look at themselves in a new way. Here and there people - a very few people, but a few novelists are among them - are trying to do this. Every institution and vested interest in against such a search: organized religion, the state, the family in its economic aspect, have nothing to gain, and it is only when outward prohibitions weaken that it can proceed: history conditions it to that extent.