It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
E. M. FORSTERBut the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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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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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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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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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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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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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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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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We 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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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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