When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
E. M. FORSTERYou can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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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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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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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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I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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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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People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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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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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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