Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
E. M. FORSTERWe 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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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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 grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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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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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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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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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.
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