We may divide characters into flat and round.

The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.

You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

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.

America is rather like life. You can usually find in it what you look for It will probably be interesting, and it is sure to be large.

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.