Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
E. M. FORSTERUnless we remember we cannot understand.
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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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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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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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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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