So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
E. M. FORSTERIt 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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There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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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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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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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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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
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