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. FORSTERWhat is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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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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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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