If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
E. M. FORSTERDon’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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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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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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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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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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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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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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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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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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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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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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