Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
E. M. FORSTERI think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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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 four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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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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Money pads the edges of things.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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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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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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