The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard -it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.
E. M. ForsterA happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense, Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.
E. M. ForsterThere is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
E. M. ForsterTowns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.
E. M. Forster