There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
E. M. FORSTERIf I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning 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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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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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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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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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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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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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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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.
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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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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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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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