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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.

E. M. Forster

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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Admire Approve Everyone Help Something Them Think
Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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Book Contain Discover Only Read Way
At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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Attain Book Collective Curtain Dignity Drawn Ficker Fire Night
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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Armour Darkness Falsehood Hide Man Only Other Soul Subtly Wrought
The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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Ago Country Destroy Grass Hundred Lane Man Network Object Poetry Reason Seek Sort Them Today Touch Year
One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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Always Book Got Long One Overpraise Tend Though
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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Accept Alike Breed Culture Intelect Kingdom Music Reject
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Apply Faith Mental Mind Ought Possible Process Sort Starch Stiffening Straight
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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Back Caught Cry Dammed Fell Flame Happen Hold Indignant Other Saw
But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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Comfort Desire Humanity Itself Over Reach
Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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Difficult Glorious Life Very
One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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Accustomed Advice Being Blame Grow One Praise Understand Unusual
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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Beyond Death Differ Live Nothing Nothingness Own People Shall
Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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Human Impossible Ral Relation Uncomfortable Unreal
Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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Mysterious The Time

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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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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