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.
E. M. FORSTERI have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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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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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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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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