BiographyType: Writer (novels, short stories, essays) Born: 1 January 1879 Died: 7 June 1970 (aged 91) Edward Morgan Forster, generally published as E.M. Forster, was an novelist, essayist, and short story writer. He is known best for his ironic and well-plotted novels examining class difference and hypocrisy in early 20th-century British society. His humanistic impulse toward understanding and sympathy may be aptly summed up in the epigraph to his 1910 novel Howards End: "Only connect". |
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
How do I know what I think until I see what I say?
Expansion. That is the idea the novelist must cling to. Not completion. Not rounding off, but opening out.
Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.
He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical.
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.
Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it.
Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them.
The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.