The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
E. M. FORSTERWe cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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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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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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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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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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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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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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