School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
E. M. FORSTERMoney pads the edges of things.
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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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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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We move between two darknesses.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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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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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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