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.
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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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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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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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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We move between two darknesses.
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is ‘Lord, I disbelieve – help thou my unbelief.
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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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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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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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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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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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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