Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
E. M. FORSTERLet 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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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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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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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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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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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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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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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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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She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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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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