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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.

E. M. Forster

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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Convention Great Literature Man Read Toward Transform Wonderful Wrote
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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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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Death Fact Fivem Birth Food Human Life Main Sleep
One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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Accustomed Advice Being Blame Grow One Praise Understand Unusual
People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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Beyond Death Differ Live Nothing Nothingness Own People Shall
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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Beard Distance Ear Gentlemen Kind More Old Say Spoken Sympathize Value
Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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Book Contain Discover Only Read Way
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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Apply Faith Mental Mind Ought Possible Process Sort Starch Stiffening Straight
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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Back Caught Cry Dammed Fell Flame Happen Hold Indignant Other Saw
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Else Hang Information Itself Nothing Poem Point Something Together True
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Feed Long Nothing Run Shape Some Spoon Teach
There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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Happen Horrified Human Insincere Myself Nothing Period Slumber Thrill
I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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Beautiful Cloth Everything Person Room Seen Think Voice
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Fond Life Make Mess Must One People Trust
Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Always Another Arch Beyond Echo Outside Remote Seem Silence
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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Carnal Century Embracement Fudss Made Marriage Nearer Sometimes Think Understanding

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