Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
E. M. FORSTERPeople 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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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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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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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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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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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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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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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