The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
E. M. FORSTERI 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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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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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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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Money pads the edges of things.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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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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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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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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