Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
E. M. FORSTEROnly a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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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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To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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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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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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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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