The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.
E. M. ForsterThere was something better in life than this rubยญbish, if only he could get to itโloveโnobilityโbig spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . .
E. M. ForsterI have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.
E. M. Forster