Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
E. M. FORSTERBut 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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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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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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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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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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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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What 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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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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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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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
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Money pads the edges of things.
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