I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
E. M. ForsterShe had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up. The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, "Let go-it's my onion," and as soon as she said, "my onion," the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
E. M. ForsterAs her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.
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