It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.

There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.

In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them.