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. FORSTEROne always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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Love 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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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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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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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