E. M. Forster

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the…

History develops, art stands still. E. M. Forster

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch. E. M. Forster

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts…

I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend,…

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into…

Only people who have been allowed to practise freedom can have the grown-up look in their eyes. E. M. Forster

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a…

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art. E. M. Forster

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual. E. M. Forster