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. FORSTERAdventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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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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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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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