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
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.
Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
It makes a difference doesn't it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.
Science, when applied to personal relationships, is always just wrong .
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.