The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
E. M. FORSTERI am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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We move between two darknesses.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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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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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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