One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
E. M. FORSTEROne of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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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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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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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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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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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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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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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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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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