Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch. E. M. Forster More Quotes by E. M. Forster More Quotes From E. M. Forster The traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it. E. M. Forster sky blue men Our life on earth is, and ought to be, material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly; they are still entangled with the desire for ownership. E. M. Forster house desire home In time, Mr Hall, one gets to recognize that sneer, that hardness, for fornication extends far beyond the actual deed. Were it a deed only, I for one would not hold it anathema. But when the nations went a whoring they invariably ended by denying God, I think, and until all sexual irregularities and not some of them are penal the Church will never reconquer England. E. M. Forster church atheist thinking Only connect!...Only connect the prose and the passion. E. M. Forster howards-end classic passion But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable. E. M. Forster get-well soul secret I do not believe in Belief. E. M. Forster belief believe 'Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been. E. M. Forster sincere congratulations sympathy The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard -it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. E. M. Forster love men ideas As long as learning is connected with earning, as long as certain jobs can only be reached through exams, so long must we take the examination system seriously. If another ladder to employment was contrived, much so-called education would disappear, and no one be a penny the stupider. E. M. Forster would-be jobs long Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's. E. M. Forster darkness two moving It is not that the Englishman can't feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did. E. M. Forster justice school fall Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour. E. M. Forster naked justice world I love love E. M. Forster being-in-love nice life He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love. E. M. Forster soul inspiring inspirational You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything. E. M. Forster unhappy men believe Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls. E. M. Forster room-with-a-view girl men There's never any great risk as long as you have money. E. M. Forster great-risk risk long Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves. E. M. Forster towns lost men A novelist can shift view-point if it comes off. ... Indeed, this power to expand and contract perception (of which the shifting view-point is a symptom), this right to intermittent knowledge - I find one of the great advantages of the novel-form ... this intermittence lends in the long run variety and colour to the experiences we receive. E. M. Forster views running long This element of surprise or mystery — the detective element as it is sometimes rather emptily called — is of great importance in a plot. It occurs through a suspension of the time-sequence; a mystery is a pocket in time, and it occurs crudely, as in "Why did the queen die?" and more subtly in half-explained gestures and words, the true meaning of which only dawns pages ahead. Mystery is essential to a plot, and cannot be appreciated without intelligence. E. M. Forster marching-on appreciate queens
