My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is ‘Lord, I disbelieve – help thou my unbelief.
E. M. FORSTERThere are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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We move between two darknesses.
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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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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.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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.
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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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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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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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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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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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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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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