“ A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction all… E.M. Forster
“ I was brought up to be honest; the trouble is it gets me nowhere." Liking her better, he smiled and said, "It'll get us to heaven." "Will it?" "If heaven existed." "Do you not believe in heaven, Mr. F… E.M. Forster
“ We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet. E.M. Forster
“ She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love. E.M. Forster
“ He never did his dumb-bells or played in his school fifteen. But the muscles came. He thinks they came while he was reading Pindar. E.M. Forster
“ But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground a… E.M. Forster
“ At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards. E.M. Forster
“ And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one anothe… E.M. Forster
“ Gray clouds were charging across tissues of white, which stretched and shredded and tore slowly, until through their final layers there gleamed a hint of the disappearing blue. Summer was retreating.… E.M. Forster
“ Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes. E.M. Forster
“ And if insight were sufficient, if the inner life were the whole of life, their happiness has been assured. E.M. Forster
“ خوشحالم که به دنیا آمده‌ام. انسان هرقدر آدم کم‌اهمیتی باشد، اگر خودش خوش باشد همین دلیل خوبی بر لزوم وجود اوست. E.M. Forster
“ «چرا حالا نمی‌توانیم دوست باشیم؟ این چیزی است که من می‌خواهم و چیزی است که تو می‌خواهی.»ولی اسب‌ها این را نمی‌خواستند و از هم جدا شدند؛ زمین نیز این را نمی‌خواست، زیرا در راهشان صخره‌هایی قرار داده بو… E.M. Forster
