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
The historian records, but the novelist creates.
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
Life is like a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the intrument as you go along
You confuse what's important with what's impressive.
While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea
When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god-not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her.
They had nothing in common but the English language.
The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.
If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?
Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.
When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.
I do like Christmas on the whole.... In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But it is clumsier every year.