“We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic,… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“While the Gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in their day of decadence that a strong light beats into heaven.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“I believe in aristocracy, though -- if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power,… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Oh, what's the use of your fairmindedness if you never decide for yourself? Anyone gets hold of you and makes you do what they… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“You mean that a Frenchman could share with a friend and yet not go to prison?’ ‘Share? Do you mean unite? If both are… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“He had said it bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“He whispered: ‘Is it this? Is this possible? I’ll put a marvel to you. That your cousin has always hoped. That from the very… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Because a thing is going strong now, it need not go strong for ever,' she said. 'This craze for motion has only set in… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
