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. FORSTERSpoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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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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Money pads the edges of things.
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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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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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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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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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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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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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