Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.

Belfastas uncivilised as ever--savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.

An acquaintance had become a lover, might become a husband, but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance; and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one.

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

Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!

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

Some reviews give pain. This is regrettable, but no author has the right to whine. He was not obliged to be an author. He invited publicity, and he must take the publicity that comes along.