There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
E. M. FORSTERUnless we remember we cannot understand.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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Money pads the edges of things.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
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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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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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