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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.

E. M. Forster

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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Beautiful Indelicate Most Notice People Same Thing Time Yet
The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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Accept Alike Breed Culture Intelect Kingdom Music Reject
Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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Book Contain Discover Only Read Way
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
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Art Ignore Love Muddle never Oull Out Possible Transmute
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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Understand Unless Remember
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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Cast Shadow Something Stand
One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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Always Book Got Long One Overpraise Tend Though
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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Aziz Being Express Heart Man Many Mine Slowly Way Wink
It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
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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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
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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Dead Fel Long Misunderstanding Possess Really Some Sort Stuck
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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Answer Life Love Made Moment Seldom Think Which World
Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Death Destroy Idea Man Save
One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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Better Interest Our People Prsonmapssion
Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
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Affair Force Great Greatest Indeed Love Private Public Thing Work
But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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Body Deeper Inscrutable Secret Soul

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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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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