To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
E. M. FORSTEROutside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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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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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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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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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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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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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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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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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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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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