E. M. Forster
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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
Freedom does not guarantee masterpieces.
Are not beauty and delicacy the same?
Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.
Most quarrels are inevitable at the time; incredible afterwards.
Ideas are fatal to caste.
I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.
Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.
Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth.
He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.