I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.

God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.

Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.

All a child's life depends on the ideal it has of its parents. Destroy that and everything goes — morals, behaviour, everything. Absolute trust in some one else is the essence of education.

He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.

The so called white races are really pinko-grey.