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She 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.

E. M. Forster

The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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Crate Historian Novelist Record
Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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Cloth Enterprise Mistrust Require
Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Death Destroy Idea Man Save
It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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Choose Difficult Insult Ladylike Least Myself Right
It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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Love Part Possible
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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Meet More Motor Nation No Sure Various War
One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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Accustomed Advice Being Blame Grow One Praise Understand Unusual
But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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Dead Fel Long Misunderstanding Possess Really Some Sort Stuck
It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
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Barem Toom Bright Clean Country Floor Paint People Person Pleasant Tile Wake
School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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Life Miniature Play Pretend School Time Trick Unhappiest World Worst
It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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Barrier Cut Difference Fence Fully Make Other Ourselves Whether
Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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Gate Glorious Railway Terminal Unknown
I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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Admire Approve Everyone Help Something Them Think
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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Art Ignore Love Muddle never Oull Out Possible Transmute
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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Again Happen Nearly Nothing Period Pleasure Pretend Register Thrill
I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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Brave Coward Hurtbrave People Rather

She 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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She 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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