… there are shadows because there are hills.
E. M. FORSTERShe 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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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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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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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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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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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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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