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.
E. M. FORSTEROnly a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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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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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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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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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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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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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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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.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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