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.
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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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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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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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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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.
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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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
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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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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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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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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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