I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
E. M. FORSTERA poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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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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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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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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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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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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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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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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My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is ‘Lord, I disbelieve – help thou my unbelief.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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