“He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.”

“It wasn't a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.”

“Oh, grown-ups cannot understand,And grown-ups never will,How short the way to fairylandAcross the purple hill.”

“...Of the Hindu, of whatever caste, it may be said, as of the poet, nascitur non fit. His birth status is unalterable. But with the Sikh the exact reverse is the case. Born of a Sikh father, he is not himself counted of the faith until, as a grown boy, he has been initiated and received the baptism of the pahul at the Akal Bungah or some equally sacred place.”

“Some of us – poets are not exactly poets. We live sometimes – beyond the word.”

“He clings to his solitude, to his affected indifference and his grown-up ways, but it's just an act, so as never, never to show his real feelings.”