We move between two darknesses.
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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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
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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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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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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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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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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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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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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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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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