How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
E. M. FORSTERAziz 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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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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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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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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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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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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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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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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