Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
E. M. FORSTER- One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
E. M. FORSTERI would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
E. M. FORSTERYou told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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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.
E. M. FORSTERI 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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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
E. M. FORSTERThe kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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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.
E. M. FORSTERThe 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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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.
E. M. FORSTERShe 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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
E. M. FORSTERGive, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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.
E. M. FORSTERWhen 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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
E. M. FORSTERHow can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
E. M. FORSTERSpoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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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
E. M. FORSTERIf 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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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
E. M. FORSTERThe 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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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
E. M. FORSTERHuman relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
E. M. FORSTERWe cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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