Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
E. M. FORSTERShe 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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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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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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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 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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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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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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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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We move between two darknesses.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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