Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
E. M. FORSTERThe king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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We move between two darknesses.
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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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