But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
E. M. FORSTERWorks of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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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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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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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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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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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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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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