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. FORSTERAt night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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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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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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We move between two darknesses.
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People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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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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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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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