I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
E. M. FORSTERDeath destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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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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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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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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