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
Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
Italy is such a delightful place to live in if you happen to be a man. There one may enjoy that exquisite luxury of Socialism--that true Socialism which is based not on equality of income or character, but on the equality of manners. In the democracy of the caffè or the street the great question of our life has been solved, and the brotherhood of man is a reality. But it is accomplished at the expense of the sisterhood of women.
The people I admire most are those who are sensitive and want to create something or discover something, and do not see life in terms of power.
Even a fellow with a camera has his favourite subjects, as we can see looking through the Kodak-albums of our friends. One amateur prefers the family group, another bathing scenes, another cows upon an alp, or kittens held upside down in the arms of a black-faced child. The tendency to choose one subject rather than another indicates the photographer's temperament. Nevertheless, his passion is for photography rather than for selection, a kitten will serve when no cows are available...
Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others.
What the world most needs today are negative virtues - not minding people, not being huffy, touchy, irritable or revengeful.
I hated the idleness, the stupidity, the respectability, the petty unselfishness.
It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.
Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.
For you cannot have gentility without paying for it.
But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.
Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.
. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .
The so called white races are really pinko-grey.