John Morley: “What an invaluable gift,” he reflects, “a present of phlegm from the gods would be!”

We do not know how to leave India, and therefore let us see if we know how to govern it.

But the Poet Laureate has written his own song on the hearts of his countrymen that can never die.

All alike concerned themselves with its truth or falsehood, with what they counted to be its abstract fitness or unfitness.

If I were going to remain Indian Secretary for some time to come, my every effort would be devoted to an abatement of that enormous amount of writing.