“ My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it. E.M. Forster
“ Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along. E.M. Forster
“ A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved. E.M. Forster
“ So never give in, continued the girl, and restated again and again the vague yet convincing plea that the Invisible lodges against the Visible. Her excitement grew as she tried to cut the rope that fa… E.M. Forster
“ If human nature does alter it will be because individuals manage to look at themselves in a new way. Here and there people — a very few people, but a few novelists are among them — are trying to do th… E.M. Forster
“ Had he lived some centuries ago, in the brightly coloured civilizations of the past, he would have had a definite status, his rank and his income would have corresponded. But in his day the angel of D… E.M. Forster
“ Yet complicated people were getting wet - not only the shepherds. For instance, the piano-tuner was sopping. So was the vicar's wife. So were the lieutenant and the peevish damsels in his Battlesden c… E.M. Forster
“ With the first jolt he was in daylight; they had left the gateways of King’s Cross, and were under blue sky. Tunnels followed, and after each the sky grew bluer, and from the embankment at Finsbury Pa… E.M. Forster
“ Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it. E.M. Forster
“ They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and sk… E.M. Forster
“ It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles… E.M. Forster
“ But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear and merge into something else. E.M. Forster
