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. FORSTEROne always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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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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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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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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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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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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