M. Forster
M. Forster
bully firsts forget
The bully and the victim never quite forget their first relations.
unhappy unbearable
It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.
oscars wilde unspeakable
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
suicide lying feelings
The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.
retorts niceness
One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!
queens kings grief
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
mazes conscious hard
Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others.
husband literature want
The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.
rubbish literature logic
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!
fate looks might
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.
white race grey
The so called white races are really pinko-grey.
christian running jesus
[...] it is right to be kind and even sacrifice ourselves to people who need kindness and lie in our way - otherwise, besides failing to help them, we run into the aridity of self-development. To seek for recipients of one's goodness, to play the Potted Jesus leads to the contray the Christian danger.
time novelists stories
It is never possible for a novelist to deny time inside the fabric of his novel: he must cling, however lightly, to the thread of his story, he must touch the interminable tapeworm, otherwise he becomes unintelligible, which, in his case, is a blunder.
umpires shadow room-with-a-view
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.