“She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.” — 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
“But the poetry of that kiss, the wonder of it, the magic that there was in life for hours after it--who can describe that?… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“He chanced to be in a lucid critical mood, and would not sympathize with exaltation.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
