Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
E. M. FORSTEROne must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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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 is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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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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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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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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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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