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.
E. M. FORSTERThere’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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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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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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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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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
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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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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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We move between two darknesses.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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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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