A review by colleengeedrumm
A Passage to India by E.M. Forster

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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?

And he mourned his wife the more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. Why could he remember people whom he did not love? They were always so vivid to him, whereas the more he looked at the photograph, the less he saw.

He thought no longer, "Can I get on with people?" but "Are they stronger than I?" breathing the prevalent miasma.

What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?

I consider not to be frightened the height of folly.

The accident was over, and his life, equably useful, distinguished, happy, ran on as before and expressed itself in streams of well-chosen words.

"Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable.

I am very glad you are not coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend.

They had started speaking of "women and children" - that phrase that exempts the male from sanity when it has been repeated a few times.

Responsibility is a very awful thing, and I've no use for the man who shirks it.

It was what to be expected when a man mixes himself up with natives; always ends in some indignity.

You can't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds in this country.

In space things touch, in time things part.

The human race would have become a single person centuries ago if marriage was any use.

There are different ways of evil and I prefer mine to yours.

But presently they too entered the world of dreams - that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity.

People whom I respect very much believe in ghosts.

Honesty gets us to heaven.

Although her hard school-mistressy manner remained, she was no longer examining life, but being examined by it; she had become a real person.

Truth is not truth in that exacting land unless there go with it kindness and more kindness again, unless the Word that was with God also is God.

We exist not within ourselves, but in terms of each others' minds-a notion for which logic offers no support and which had attacked him only once before.

How is stomach, how head?

Fielding was a blank, frank atheist, but he respected every opinion his friend held: to do this is essential in friendship.

With Egypt the atmosphere altered. The clean sands heaped on each side of the canal, seemed to wipe off everything that was difficult and equivocal, and even Port Said looked pure and charming in the light of a rose-grey morning.

Observe, I don't say to what do you turn, but to what do you return. Every life ought to contain both a turn and a return.

You are so kind and friendly, but always I detect irony beneath your manner.

They smiled wistfully, each spying the thought in the other's heart.

He could only express pathos or venom, though most of his life had no concern with either.

And never to look backward. It is the only healthy course.