E. M. Forster
E. M. Forster
Edward Morgan Forster OM CHwas an English novelist, short story writer, essayist and librettist. He is known best for his ironic and well-plotted novels examining class difference and hypocrisy in early 20th-century British society. Forster's humanistic impulse toward understanding and sympathy may be aptly summed up in the epigraph to his 1910 novel Howards End: "Only connect ... ". His 1908 novel, A Room with a View, is his most optimistic work, while A Passage to Indiabrought him his greatest success. He was...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 January 1879
Nature pulls one way and human nature another.
I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.
Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind.
The English countryside, its growth and its destruction, is a genuine and tragic theme.
The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink.
There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.
There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.
Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.
Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.
I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal they do not give me the experience of the multiplicity of life.
Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.
Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it.