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.
E. M. FORSTERThere’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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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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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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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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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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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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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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We move between two darknesses.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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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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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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