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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

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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Daily Enter Good Live Star Sunrise Tree Wind
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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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
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
There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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Great Long Money never Risk
I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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Down Irritate Like Paper People Person Think Three Type
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
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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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Feed Long Nothing Run Shape Some Spoon Teach
I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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Believe Individual People Teach Understand
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
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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Act Back Long Love People Really Run Some Sure Truth
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Apply Faith Mental Mind Ought Possible Process Sort Starch Stiffening Straight
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Back Come May You
Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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Distinguish Drama Learn Life Something
The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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Belief Characteristics Curiosity Food Good Human Humanism Mind Race Taste
The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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Crate Historian Novelist Record

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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