I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
E. M. FORSTERThe people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is ‘Lord, I disbelieve – help thou my unbelief.
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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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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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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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