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. FORSTERIt 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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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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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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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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We move between two darknesses.
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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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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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I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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