The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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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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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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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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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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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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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.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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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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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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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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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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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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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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