Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
E. M. FORSTERLife is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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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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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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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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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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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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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.
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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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We move between two darknesses.
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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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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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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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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.
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