It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.
I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in every one, even if you do not approve of them.
I can only do what's easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can't, and won't, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who's strong enough to boss me or whom I'm strong enoug...
He seems to see good in every one. No one would take him for a clergyman.
He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure. In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the inf...
He never retorted that the artist is not a bricklayer at all, but a horseman whose business it is to catch Pegasus at once, not to practise for him by mounting tamer colts. This is hard, hot and gener...
A matter neither sensual nor sensational is ignored by the art of today.
A book is a mirror; if an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to peer out.
You mustn't put off what you think right, said Hamidullah. That is why India is in such a plight, because we put off things.
The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The t...
So abased, so monotonous is everything that meets the eye, that when the Ganges comes down it might be expected to wash the excrescence back into the soil. Houses do fall, people are drowned and left...
She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness
Sensuality, as long as it is straightforward did not repel him, but this derived sensuality - the sort that classes a mistress among motor-cars if she is beautiful, and among eye-flies if she isn't -...
Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.
Love is the best, and the more she let herself love him, the more chance was there that he would set his soul in order.
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice,
I’ve often thought about it, Helen. It’s one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched—a life in which telegrams and...
It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
It's better to be fooled than to be suspicious.
Indoors was his place and there he'd moulder, a respectable pillar of society who has never had the chance to misbehave.