One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
E. M. FORSTERThe emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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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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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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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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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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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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