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.
E. M. FORSTERFaith, 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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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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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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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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We move between two darknesses.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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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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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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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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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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