I hate Indians. They are a beastly people with a beastly religion.
Science burrows its insulted head in the filth of slaughterous inventions.
The Times is speechless, and takes three columns to express its speechlessness.
Don't be content to be the chip off the old block - be the old block itself.
Happy are the painters, for they shall not be lonely. Light and colour, peace and hope, will keep them company to the end of the day.
I should have liked to be asked to say what I knew. They always tried to ask what I did not know. When I would have willingly displayed my knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance. This sort of treatment had only one result: I did not do well in examinations