Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
E. M. FORSTERLove 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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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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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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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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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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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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