It Isn't That There's No

What Was Past Was Past. I Suppose That Was The General Attitude.

Out Of Its Squalor And Human Decay, Its Eruptions Of Butchery, India Produced So Many People Of Grace And Beauty, Ruled By Elaborate Courtesy. Producing Too Much Life, It Denied The Value Of Life; Yet It Permitted A Unique Human Development To So Many. Nowhere Were People So Heightened, Rounded And Individualistic; Nowhere Did They Offer Themselves So Fully And With Such Assurance. To Know Indians Was To Take A Delight In People As People; Every Encounter Was An Adventure. I Did Not Want India To Sink [out Of My Memory]; The Mere Thought Was Painful.

It Is Wrong To Have An Ideal View Of The World. That's Where The Mischief Starts. That's Where Everything Starts Unravelling.

Life Doesn't Have A Neat Beginning And A Tidy End; Life Is Always Going On. You Should Begin In The Middle And End In The Middle, And It Should Be All There.

Africa Has No Future.