Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 10:31AM
Drew Wolfe

E. M. Forster

There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. 

Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.

It isn’t possible to love and to 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 from experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

I am the means and not the end. I am the food and not the life. Stand by yourself, as that boy has stood. I cannot save you. For poetry is a spirit; and they that would worship it must worship in spirit and in truth.

Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. 

I never expect anything to happen now, and so I am never disappointed. You would be surprised to know what my great events are. Going to the theatre yesterday, talking to you now — I don't suppose I shall ever meet anything greater. 

This woman was a goddess to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation. 

There's nothing like a debate to teach one quickness. 


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