I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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.
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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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One 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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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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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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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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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We move between two darknesses.
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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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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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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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