Though life is very glorious, it is difficult. - E. M. Forster

He could control the body; it was the tainted soul that mocked his prayers.

Most quarrels are inevitable at the time; incredible afterward.

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.