Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
E. M. FORSTERThe only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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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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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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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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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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