To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
E. M. FORSTERMoney pads the edges of things.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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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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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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Works 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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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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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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