A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
E. M. FORSTERI am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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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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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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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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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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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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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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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 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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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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