Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
E. M. FORSTERSpoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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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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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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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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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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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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