Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
E. M. FORSTERThe main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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 believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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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 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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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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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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