What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
E. M. FORSTERI cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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We move between two darknesses.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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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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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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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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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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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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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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