The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
E. M. FORSTERDeath destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Money pads the edges of things.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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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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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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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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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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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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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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