The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.

A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.