God has put us on earth to love our neighbors and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding. - E. M. Forster

It is the starved imagination, not the well-nourished, that is afraid.

You, who have just crossed the Roof of the World, will not want to hear an account of the little hills that I saw — low, colorless hills. But to me they were living and the turf that covered them was a skin, under which their muscles rippled, and I felt that those hills had called with incalculable force to men in the past, and that men had loved them. Now they sleep — perhaps for ever. They commune with humanity in dreams.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting — both for us and for her.