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[[File:E. M. Forster von Dora Carrington, 1924-25.jpg|thumb|There's enough [[sorrow]] in the [[world]], isn't there, without trying to invent it.]]
'''[[w:E. M. Forster|Edward Morgan Forster]]''' ([[1 January]] [[1879]] – [[7 July]] [[1970]]) was an English novelist, short story writer, and essayist.
: See also: '''''[[Maurice]]'''''
[[File:Team touching hands.jpg|thumb|Only [[connect]]! … Only connect the [[prose]] and the [[passion]], and both will be exalted, and [[human]] [[love]] will be seen at its height. [[Live]] in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will [[die]].]]

== Quotes ==
[[File:William Blake - Christ in the Sepulchre, Guarded by Angels.jpg|thumb|[[Poetry]] is a [[spirit]]; and they that would [[worship]] it must worship in spirit and in [[truth]].]]
[[File:Flag of the British Union of Fascists (alternate).svg|thumb|There is [[fascism]], leading only into the blackness which it has chosen as its [[symbol]] … It means [[change]] without [[hope]]. Our immediate [[duty]] … is to stop it.]]

* '''I am the means and not the [[end]]. I am the [[food]] and not the life.''' Stand by yourself, as that boy has stood. I cannot save you. For '''[[poetry]] is a [[spirit]]; and they that would [[worship]] it must worship in spirit and in [[truth]].'''
** "The Celestial Omnibus" (1911)

*Sir, – Mr [[A. A. Milne]]'s brilliant article deserves special thanks for its scathing analysis of 'the sanctity of our graves in Gallipoli'. Our rulers knew that their policy would not be popular, and in the hope of stampeding us into it they permitted this vile appeal – the viler because the sentiment that it tries to pervert is a noble one and purifies the life of a nation when directed rightly. The bodies of the young men who are buried out there have no quarrel with one another now, no part in our quarrels or interest in our patronage, no craving for holocausts of more young men. Anyone who has himself entered, however feebly, into the life of the spirit, can realize this. It is only the elderly ghouls of Whitehall who exhume the dead for the purpose of party propaganda and employ them as a bait to catch the living... At the next election can we not provide them with a quiet retreat of their own? Its sanctity should be inviolable.
**Letter to ''[[w:The Daily News (UK)|The Daily News]]'' during the [[w:Chanak Crisis|Chanak Crisis]] (9 October 1922), quoted in P. N. Furbank, ''E. M. Forster: A Life, Volume Two: Polycrates' Ring 1914–1970'' (1978; 1979 ed.), p. 112

* There is [[fascism]], leading only into the blackness which it has chosen as its [[symbol]], into smartness and yapping out of orders, and self-righteous brutality, into social as well as international [[war]]. It means [[change]] without [[hope]]. Our immediate [[duty]] — in that tinkering which is the only useful form of action in our leaky old tub — our immediate duty is to stop it.
** "Notes on the Way", ''[[w:Time and Tide (magazine)|Time and Tide]]'' Magazine (10 June 1934); reprinted in ''The Prince's Tale and Other Uncollected Writings'' (1998)<!-- London, Andre Deutsch -->

* I know very well how limited and how open to criticism, English [[freedom]] is. It is race-bound and it's class-bound. It means freedom for the Englishman, but not for the subject-races of his Empire. If you invite the average Englishman to share his liberties with the inhabitants of [[India]] or [[Kenya]], he will reply, "Never," if he is a [[w:Conservative Party (UK)|Tory]], and "Not until I consider them worthy" if he is a [[w:Liberal Party (UK)|Liberal]].
** "Liberty In England", Speech (21 June 1935); reprinted in ''Abinger Harvest'' (1936)
 
* As for my politics, you will have guessed that I am not a [[Fascism|Fascist]] — Fascism does evil that evil may come. And I am not a [[Communism|Communist]], though perhaps I might be one if I was a younger and braver man, for in Communism I see hope. It does many things which I think evil, but I know that it intends good. I am actually what my age and my upbringing have made me — a bourgeois who adheres to the British constitution, adheres to it rather than supports it, and the fact that this isn't dignified doesn't worry me. I do care about the past. I do care about the preservation and extension of [[freedom]].
** "Liberty In England", Speech (21 June 1935); reprinted in ''Abinger Harvest'' (1936)

* I enjoy [[France|French]] poetry as well as French prose, and I believe that this land must have some cultural connection with the [[Europe|European]] continent, and that she is best connected through her spiritual complement across the Straits of Dover.
** "Some Books: A New Year's Resolution for 1944" (1943); reprinted in ''The Creator as Critic and Other Writings by E.M. Forster'' edited by Jeffrey M. Heath (2008)

* Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath the arts.
** Harvard University Department of Music, ''Music and Criticism, A Symposium'' (May 1947; [https://archive.org/details/musiccriticismsy00symp/page/10 published 1948, p. 11])

*The really bad people, it seems to me, are those who do no good anywhere and help no one either at home or abroad. There are plenty of them about, and when they are clever as well as selfish they often manage to slip through their lives unnoticed, and so escape the censure of historians.
**''Marianne Thornton, 1797–1887: A Domestic Biography'' (1956), p. 54

*This slight humorous anti-Semitism is characteristic. Not until the present century did the British middle classes realise what jokes about Jews can lead to.
**''Marianne Thornton, 1797–1887: A Domestic Biography'' (1956), p. 83

=== ''[[w:Where Angels Fear to Tread|Where Angels Fear to Tread]]'' (1905) ===
[[File:Harpe de lumiere.jpg |thumb|[[Romance]] only [[dies]] with [[life]]. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us.]]

* '''[[Romance]] only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us.''' But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.
** Ch. 2

* A wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and — by some sad, [[strange]] [[irony]] — it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.
** Ch. 7

* '''I never expect anything to happen now, and so I am never disappointed. You would be surprised to know what my great events are. Going to the theatre yesterday, talking to you now — I don't suppose I shall ever meet anything greater.''' I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there. '''You are quite right; life to me is just a spectacle, which — thank [[God]], and thank [[Italy]], and thank you — is now more beautiful and heartening than it has ever been before.'''
** Ch. 8

* '''This woman was a [[goddess]] to the end. For her no love could be degrading: she stood outside all degradation.''' This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted, that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened. <br>'''"Thank you," was all that he permitted himself. "Thank you for [[everything]]." '''
** Ch. 10

===  ''[[w:A Room with a View|A Room with a View]]'' (1908) ===
* '''It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to [[understand]] [[people]] who [[speak]] the truth.'''
** Ch. 1

* Then make my boy think like us. '''Make him realize that by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.'''
*'''There's enough [[sorrow]] in the [[world]], isn't there, without trying to invent it.'''
** Ch. 2

* '''The kingdom of [[music]] is not the kingdom of this [[world]]; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.''' The common place person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but transalate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions.
** Ch. 3

* '''[[Life]] is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.'''
** Ch. 14

* Don't trust me, Miss Honeychurch. '''Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.'''
*It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. '''You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know from [[experience]] that the [[poets]] are right: love is [[eternal]].'''
** Ch. 19

=== ''[[w:The Machine Stops|The Machine Stops]]'' (1909) ===
{{main|The Machine Stops}}

*Then she generated the light, and the sight of her room, flooded with radiance and studded with electric buttons, revived her. There were buttons and switches everywhere — buttons to call for food, for music, for clothing. There was the hot-bath button, by pressure of which a basin of (imitation) marble rose out of the floor, filled to the brim with a warm deodorized liquid. There was the cold-bath button. There was the button that produced literature. and there were of course the buttons by which she communicated with her friends. The room, though it contained nothing, was in touch with all that she cared for in the world.
**Ch. 1

=== ''[[w:Howards End|Howards End]]'' (1910) ===
:<small>[https://archive.org/details/howardsend002321mbp Full text online at Project Gutenberg]</small> 
[[File:Double-alaskan-rainbow.jpg|thumb|She might yet be able to [[help]] him to the building of the [[rainbow]] bridge that should connect the prose in us with the [[passion]]...]]
[[File:On the way to Soldier Field.jpg|thumb|Connect — connect without bitterness until [[all]] [[men]] are [[brothers]].]]

* '''He remembered his wife's even goodness during thirty years. Not anything in detail — not courtship or early raptures —but just the unvarying virtue, that seemed to him a woman's noblest quality.''' So many women are capricious, breaking into odd flaws of passion or frivolity. Not so his wife. Year after year, summer and winter, as bride and mother, she had been the same, he had always trusted her. Her tenderness! Her innocence! The wonderful innocence that was hers by the gift of [[God]]. Ruth knew no more of worldly wickedness and wisdom than did the flowers in her garden, or the grass in her field. '''Her [[idea]] of [[business]] — "Henry, why do people who have enough [[money]] try to get more money?" Her idea of [[politics]] — "I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more [[wars]]," Her idea of [[religion]] — ah, this had been a [[cloud]], but a cloud that passed.''' She came of [[Quaker]] stock, and he and his family, formerly Dissenters, were now members of the Church of England. The rector's sermons had at first repelled her, and she had expressed a desire for "a more inward light," adding, "not so much for myself as for baby" (Charles). Inward light must have been granted, for he heard no complaints in later years. They brought up their three children without dispute. They had never disputed.<br /> She lay under the earth now. She had gone, and as if to make her going the more bitter, had gone with a touch of mystery that was all unlike her.
** Ch. 11

* '''There's nothing like a debate to teach one quickness.''' I often wish I had gone in for them when I was a youngster. It would have helped me no end.
** Ch. 15

* Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
** [http://books.google.com/books?id=G7xfuc7lWvMC&q=%22Personal+relations+are+the+important+thing+for+ever+and+ever+and+not+this+outer+life+of+telegrams+and+anger%22&pg=PA199#v=onepage Ch. 19]

* '''She might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man.''' With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the grey, sober against the fire. Happy the man who sees from either aspect the glory of these outspread wings. The roads of his soul lie clear, and he and his friends shall find easy-going.
** Ch. 22

* '''Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.'''
** Ch. 22

* In these English farms, if anywhere, one might see life steadily and see it whole, group in one vision its transitoriness and its eternal youth, connect — connect without bitterness until all men are brothers.
** Ch. 33

* Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
** Ch. 41

* “There are moments when I feel Howards End peculiarly our own." '''"All the same, [[London]]'s creeping." She pointed over the meadow--over eight or nine meadows, but at the end of them was a red rust. "You see that in Surrey and even Hampshire now," she continued. "I can see it from the Purbeck Downs. And London is only part of something else, I'm afraid. Life's going to be melted down, all over the world."''' Margaret knew that her sister spoke truly. Howards End, Oniton, the Purbeck Downs, the Oderberge, were all survivals, and the melting-pot was being prepared for them. Logically, they had no right to be alive. One's hope was in the weakness of logic. Were they possibly the earth beating time?
** Ch. 44

=== ''[[w:A Passage to India|A Passage to India]]'' (1924) ===
* '''Adventures do occur, but not punctually.'''
** Ch. 3

* '''All invitations must proceed from heaven perhaps; perhaps it is futile for men to initiate their own unity, they do but widen the gulfs between them by the attempt.'''
** Ch. 4

* '''Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.''' Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself", or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
** Ch. 14

* Pathos, piety, courage, — they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.
** Ch. 14

* 'Why can't we be friends now?' said the other, holding him affectionately. 'It's what I want. It's what you want.' But the horses didn't want it — they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices 'No, not yet,' and the sky said 'No, not there.'
** Ch. 37

=== ''[[w:Aspects of the Novel|Aspects of the Novel]]'' (1927) ===
[[File:Blake_ancient_of_days.jpg|thumb|If [[God]] could tell the [[story]] of the [[Universe]], the Universe would become [[fictitious]].]]
[[File:Brocken-tanzawa.JPG|thumb|If [[human nature]] does alter it will be because [[individuals]] manage to look at themselves in a new way...]]

* As long as learning is connected with earning, as long as certain jobs can only be reached through exams, so long must we take the examination system seriously. If another ladder to employment was contrived, much so-called education would disappear, and no one be a penny the stupider.
** Chapter One: Introductory

* '''A mirror does not develop because an historical pageant passes in front of it. It only develops when it gets a fresh coat of quicksilver''' — in other words, when it acquires new sensitiveness; and the novel's success lies in its own sensitiveness, not in the success of its subject matter.
** Chapter One: Introductory

* '''If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.'''
** Chapter Three: People

* '''A man does not talk to himself quite truly — not even to himself: the happiness or misery that he secretly feels proceeds from causes that he cannot quite explain, because as soon as he raises them to the level of the explicable they lose their native quality.''' The novelist has a real pull here. He can show the subconscious short-circuiting straight into action (the dramatist can do this too); he can also show it in its relation to soliloquy. He commands all the secret life, and he must not be robbed of this privilege. "How did the writer know that?" it is sometimes said. "What's his standpoint? He is not being consistent, he's shifting his point of view from the limited to the omniscient, and now he's edging back again." Questions like this have too much the atmosphere of the law courts about them.
** Chapter Five: The Plot

* '''How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?'''
** Chapter Five: The Plot

* '''Most of us will be eclectics to this side or that according to our temperament. The human mind is not a dignified organ, and I do not see how we can exercise it sincerely except through eclecticism.''' And the only advice I would offer my fellow eclectics is: "Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful."
** Chapter Seven: Prophecy

* '''If human nature does alter it will be because individuals manage to look at themselves in a new way. Here and there people — a very few people, but a few novelists are among them — are trying to do this.''' Every institution and vested interest is against such a search: organized religion, the state, the family in its economic aspect, have nothing to gain, and it is only when outward prohibitions weaken that it can proceed: history conditions it to that extent.
** Chapter Nine: Conclusion

=== [[w:What I Believe|What I Believe]] (1938) ===
:<small>First published in ''[[w:The Nation|The Nation]]'' (16 July 1938)</small>
[[File:Government-Vedder-Highsmith-detail-2.jpeg|thumb|One must be fond of [[people]] and [[trust]] them if one is not to make a mess of [[life]].]]
[[File:Hope in a Prison of Despair.jpg|thumb|One can, at [[all]] events, show one's own little [[light]] here, one's own poor little trembling [[flame]], with the [[knowledge]] that it is not the only light that is shining in the [[darkness]], and not the only one which the darkness does not comprehend.]]
[[File:Democracy Flag.svg|thumb|So two cheers for [[Democracy]]: one because it admits [[variety]] and two because it permits [[criticism]]. Two cheers are quite enough: there is no occasion to give three.]]
[[File:Fountain of Eternal Life crop.jpg|thumb|The [[people]] I [[respect]] most behave as if they were [[immortal]] and as if [[society]] was [[eternal]].]]
[[File:LuMaxArt Human Family with World Religions.png|thumb|The [[Saviour]] of the [[future]] — if ever he comes — will not preach a new Gospel. He will merely utilize my aristocracy, he will make effective the [[goodwill]] and the [[good]] [[temper]] which are already existing.]]

* '''I do not believe in [[Belief]].''' But this is an Age of [[Faith]], and there are so many militant creeds that, in self defence, one has to formulate a creed of one's own. '''[[Tolerance]], [[good]] [[temper]] and [[sympathy]] are no longer enough in a [[world]] where [[ignorance]] [[rules]], and [[Science]], which ought to have ruled, plays the pimp. Tolerance, good temper and sympathy — they are what matter really, and if the [[human]] race is not to collapse they must come to the front before long.'''

* '''One must be fond of [[people]] and [[trust]] them if one is not to make a mess of [[life]]''', and it is therefore essential that they should not let one down. They often do. The moral of which is that I must, myself, be as reliable as possible, and this I try to be. But reliability is not a matter of contract — that is the main difference between the world of personal relationships and the world of business relationships. It is a matter for the heart, which signs no documents. In other words, reliability is impossible unless there is a natural warmth. Most men possess this warmth, though they often have bad luck and get chilled. Most of them, even when they are politicians, want to keep faith. And '''one can, at all events, show one's own little light here, one's own poor little trembling flame, with the knowledge that it is not the only light that is shining in the darkness, and not the only one which the darkness does not comprehend.'''

* '''I hate the idea of causes, and if I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.'''
** This has sometimes been misquoted as: If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the decency to betray my country.

* There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

* '''[[Democracy]] is not a beloved Republic really, and never will be. But it is less hateful than other contemporary forms of government, and to that extent it deserves our support.''' It does start from the assumption that the individual is important, and that all types are needed to make a civilization. It does not divide its citizens into the bossers and the bossed — as an efficiency-regime tends to do. '''The people I admire most are those who are sensitive and want to create something or discover something, and do not see life in terms of power, and such people get more of a chance under a democracy than elsewhere.''' They found religions, great or small, or they produce literature and art, or they do disinterested scientific research, or they may be what is called "ordinary people", who are creative in their private lives, bring up their children decently, for instance, or help their neighbours. All these people need to express themselves; they cannot do so unless society allows them liberty to do so, and the society which allows them most liberty is a democracy.

* Whether Parliament is either a representative body or an efficient one is questionable, but I value it because it criticizes and talks, and because its chatter gets widely reported. '''So two cheers for Democracy: one because it admits variety and two because it permits criticism. Two cheers are quite enough: there is no occasion to give three.'''

* '''I realize that all society rests upon force. But all the great creative actions, all the decent human relations, occur during the intervals when force has not managed to come to the front. These intervals are what matter. I want them to be as frequent and as lengthy as possible, and I call them "[[civilization]]".''' Some people idealize force and pull it into the foreground and worship it, instead of keeping it in the background as long as possible. I think they make a mistake, and I think that their opposites, the [[mystics]], err even more when they declare that force does not exist. I believe that it exists, and that one of our jobs is to prevent it from getting out of its box. It gets out sooner or later, and then it destroys us and all the lovely things which we have made. But it is not out all the time, for the fortunate reason that the strong are so stupid.

* The Valkyries are symbols not only of courage but of intelligence; they represent the human spirit snatching its opportunity while the going is good, and one of them even finds time to love. Bruennhilde's last song hymns the recurrence of love, and since it is the privilege of art to exaggerate she goes even further, and proclaims the love which is eternally triumphant, and feeds upon freedom and lives.

* '''The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.''' Both assumptions are false: both of them must be accepted as true if we are to go on eating and working and loving, and are to keep open a few breathing-holes for the human spirit. No millennium seems likely to descend upon humanity; no better and stronger Ieague of Nations will be instituted; no form of Christianity and no alternative to Christianity will bring peace to the world or integrity to the individual; no "change of heart" will occur. And yet we need not despair, indeed, we cannot despair; the evidence of history shows us that men have always insisted on behaving creatively under the shadow of the sword; that they have done their artistic and scientific and domestic stuff for the sake of doing it, and that we had better follow their example under the shadow of the aeroplanes. Others, with more vision or courage than myself, see the salvation of humanity ahead, and will dismiss my conception of civilization as paltry, a sort of tip-and-run game. '''Certainly it is presumptuous to say that we cannot improve, and that Man, who has only been in power for a few thousand years, will never learn to make use of his power. All I mean is that, if people continue to kill one another as they do, the world cannot get better than it is, and that, since there are more people than formerly, and their means for destroying one another superior, the world may well get worse. What is good in people — and consequently in the world — is their insistence on creation, their belief in friendship and loyalty for their own sakes; and, though Violence remains and is, indeed, the major partner in this muddled establishment, I believe that creativeness remains too, and will always assume direction when violence sleeps.''' So, though I am not an optimist, I cannot agree with [[Sophocles]] that it were better never to have been born. And although, like [[Horace]], I see no evidence that each batch of births is superior to the last, I leave the field open for the more complacent view. This is such a difficult [[moment]] to live in, one cannot help getting gloomy and also a bit rattled, and perhaps short-sighted.

* An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness — much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it palatable.

* I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.

* '''I believe in aristocracy, though — if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet.''' They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos. Thousands of them perish in obscurity, a few are great names. '''They are sensitive for others as well as for themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but the power to endure, and they can take a joke.'''

* '''On they go — an invincible army, yet not a victorious one. The aristocrats, the elect, the chosen, the Best People — all the words that describe them are false, and all attempts to organize them fail.''' Again and again Authority, seeing their value, has tried to net them and to utilize them as the Egyptian Priesthood or the Christian Church or the Chinese Civil Service or the Group Movement, or some other worthy stunt. But they slip through the net and are gone; when the door is shut, they are no longer in the room; their temple, as one of them remarked, is the holiness of the Heart's affections, and their kingdom, though they never possess it, is the wide-open world. <br /> '''With this type of person knocking about, and constantly crossing one's path if one has eyes to see or hands to feel, the experiment of earthly life cannot be dismissed as a failure.''' But it may well be hailed as a tragedy, the tragedy being that no device has been found by which these private decencies can be transmitted to public affairs. As soon as people have power they go crooked and sometimes dotty as well, because the possession of power lifts them into a region where normal honesty never pays.

* The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink; the nations of today behave to each other worse than they ever did in the past, they cheat, rob, bully and bluff, make war without notice, and kill as many women and children as possible; whereas primitive tribes were at all events restrained by taboos. <!-- It is a humiliating outlook — though the greater the darkness, the brighter shine the little lights, reassuring one another, signalling: "Well, at all events, I'm still here. I don' t like it very much, but how are you?" Unquenchable lights of my aristocracy! Signals of the invincible army! "Come along — anyway, let's have a good time while we can. "I think they signal that too. --> 

* '''The Saviour of the future — if ever he comes — will not preach a new Gospel. He will merely utilize my aristocracy, he will make effective the goodwill and the good temper which are already existing.''' In other words, he will introduce a new technique. In economics, we are told that if there was a new technique of distribution there need be no poverty, and people would not starve in one place while crops were being ploughed under in another. A similar change is needed in the sphere of morals and politics. ... Not by becoming better, but by ordering and distributing his native goodness, will Man shut up Force into its box, and so gain time to explore the universe and to set his mark upon it worthily. At present he only explores it at odd moments, when Force is looking the other way, and his divine creativeness appears as a trivial by-product, to be scrapped as soon as the drums beat and the bombers hum.

* Naked I came into this world, naked I shall go out of it. And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

=== ''[[w:Two Cheers for Democracy|Two Cheers for Democracy]]'' (1951) ===
:<small>This title comes from a phrase from his 1938 essay "What I Believe" which is the first essay in the book.</small> 

* [Tolerance] is just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally gives out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends.
** "Tolerance"

[[File:Buckingham Fountain 1.jpg |thumb|Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think is creation's.]]
* Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
** "Tolerance"

* Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.
** "Cambridge"

* '''A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.'''
** "Anonymity: An Enquiry"

* '''What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote, and brings to birth in us also the creative impulse.'''
** "Anonymity: An Enquiry"

* '''Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think is creation's.'''
** "The Raison d'Etre of Criticism in the Arts"

[[File:BuckinghamFountain ChicagoIL.jpg|thumb|To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.]]
* '''We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.'''
** "The Tercentenary of the 'Areopagitica'"

* '''To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.'''
** "A Book That Influenced Me"

[[File:Reflection.nebula.arp.750pix.jpg|thumb| Tolerance, good temper and sympathy — they are what matter really, and if the human race is not to collapse they must come to the front before long.]]
* The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
** "A Book That Influenced Me"

* '''A humanist has four leading characteristics — curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.'''
** "George and Gide"

===''The Life to Come and other stories'' (1972)===
* Dead silence ensued, which was well enough for Ansell, to whom it merely meant that neither of us had any more to say. But to educated people [[silence]] matters; it is a token of stupidity and lack of invention.
**''Ansell''

* But that was only the beginning of her mortification. Harold had proved her wrong. He had seen that she was a shifty, shallow hypocrite. She had not dared to be alone with him since her exposure. She had never looked at him and had hardly spoken. He seemed cheerful, but what was he thinking? He would never forgive her.
**''Albergo Empedocle''

*Had she only realized that it is only hypocrites who cannot forgive hypocrisy, whereas those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others – then the bitter flow of her thoughts might have been stopped and the catastrophe averted. But it was not conceivable to her that he should forgive – or that she should accept forgiveness, for to her forgiveness meant a triumph of one person over another.
**''Albergo Empedocle''

*‘Why are pictures like this allowed?’ he suddenly cried. He had stopped in front of a colonial print in which the martyrdom of St Agatha was depicted with all the fervour that incompetence could command.<br>‘It’s only a saint,’ said Lady Peaslake, placidly raising her head.<br>‘How disgusting – and how ugly’<br>‘Yes, very. It’s Roman Catholic.’
**''Albergo Empedocle''

*She began to speak, but waited a moment for the maid to clear away the tea. In the waning light her room seemed gentle and grey, and there hung about it an odour (I do not write ‘the odour’) of Roman Catholicism, which is assuredly among the gracious things of the world. It was the room of a woman who had found time to be good to herself as well as to others; who had brought forth fruit, spiritual and temporal; who had borne a mysterious tragedy not only with patience but actually with joy.
**''The rock''

*This conversation taught me that some of us can meet reality on this side of the grave. I do not envy them. Such adventures may profit the disembodied soul, but as long as I have flesh and blood I pray that my grossness preserve me. Our lower nature has its dreams. Mine is of a certain farm, windy but fruitful, half-way between the deserted moorland and the uninhabitable sea. Hither, at rare intervals, she should descend and he ascend, to shatter their spiritual communion by one caress.
**''The Rock''

*His hand came nearer, his eyes danced round the room, which began to fill with a golden haze. He beckoned, and Clesant moved into his arms. Clesand had often been proud of his disease but never, never of his body, it had never occurred to him that he could provoke desire. This sudden revelation shattered him, he fell from his pedestal, but not alone, there was someone to cling to, broad shoulders, a sunburnt throat, lips that parted as they touched him to murmur – ‘And to hell with Woolacott’.
**''Dr Woolacott''

*It is better to have a home of one's own than to always be a typist. Hilda did not talk quite as she should, and her husband had not scrupled to correct her. She had never forgotten – it was such a small thing, yet she could not forget it – she had never forgotten that night on their honeymoon when she had said something ungrammatical about the relative position of their limbs.
**''The Obelisk''

*Before the civil war, Pottibakia was a normal member of the Comity of Nations. She erected tariff walls, broke treaties, persecuted minorities, obstructed at conferences unless she was convinced there was no danger of a satisfactory solution; then she strained every nerve in the cause of peace.
**''What Does It Matter? A Morality''

===''Selected Letters'' (1983-1985)===
*Laughing at mankind is rather weary rot, I think. We shall never meet with anyone nicer. [[Nature]], whom I used to be keen on, is too unfair. She evokes plenty of high & exhausting feelings, and offers nothing in return.
**Letter 57, to Arthur Cole, 7 July 1905

*You can gather however that I know I am not a real artist, and at the same time am fearfully serious over my work and willing to sweat at atmosphere if it helps me do what I want. '''What I want, I think, is the sentimental, but the sentimental reached by no easy beaten track'''—I cannot explain myself properly, for you must remember (I forget it myself) that though 'clever' I have a small and cloudy brain, and cannot clear it by talking or reading philosophy.
**Letter 60, to Robert Trevelyan, 28 October 1905

*As for 'story' I never yet did enjoy a novel or play in which someone didn't tell me afterward that there was something wrong with the story, so that's going to be no drawback as far as I'm concerned. "Good Lord, why am I so bored"—"I know; it must be the plot developing harmoniously." So I often reply to myself, and there rises before me my special nightmare—that of the [[writer]] as craftsman, natty and deft.
**Letter 104, to Forrest Reid, 19 June 1912

*The newspapers still talk about [[war|glory]] but the average man, thank God, has got rid of that illusion. It is a damned bore, with a stall mate as the most probable outcome, but one has to see it through, and see it through with the knowledge that whichever side wins, civilisation in Europe will be pipped for the next 30 years. Don't indulge in Romance here, Malcolm, or suppose that an era of jolly little nationalities is dawning. We shall be much too much occupied with pestilence and poverty to reconstruct.
**Letter 136, to Malcolm Darling, 6 November 1914

*Masood, a young lady has fallen in love with me—at least so I judge from her letters. Awkward is it not—awkward and surprising. You would be flattered and twirl your moustache, but I am merely uncomfortable. I wish she would stop, as she is very nice, and I enjoyed being friends. What an ill constructed world this is! [[Love]] is always being given where it is not required.
**Letter 137, to Syed Ross Masood, 5 December 1914

*I wrote it [''Maurice''] neither for my friends or the public—but because it was weighing on me; and my previous training made me write it as literature, though for a long time I meant to show it no one at all. [...] I am much dependant on criticism and now, backed by you and some others, do feel that I have created something absolutely new, even to the Greeks. [[Whitman]] nearly anticipated me but he didn't really know what he was after, or only half knew—shirked, even to himself, the statement.
**Letter 144, to Edward Joseph Dent, 6 March 1915

*Always fatuity, vulgarity, as soon as human passion is touched. [...] Just as some [[poetry]] is of the eye (form, colour) and some of the ear, so [[Keats]] is of the palate. Not only has he constant reference to its pleasures, but the general sensation after reading him is one of ''tasting''. 'What's the harm?' Well, taste for some reason or the other can't carry one far into the world of beauty—that reason being perhaps that though you don't want comradership there you do want the possibility of comradership, and A cannot swallow B's mouthful by any possibility:....and this exclusiveness (to maunder on) also attaches to the physical side of [[sex]] though not the least to the spiritual.
**Letter 162, to Malcolm Darling, 1 December 1916

*[[Happiness]] in the ordinary sense is not what one needs in life, though one is right to aim at it. The true satisfaction is to come through and see those whom one loves come through.
**Letter 216, to Florence Barger, 11 February 1922

*Science, when applied to [[personal relationships]], is always ''just wrong''.
**Letter 231, to W. J. H. Sprott, 28 June 1923

*All this [[fame]] and money, which have so thrilled me when they came to others, leave me cold when they come to me. I am not an ascetic, but I don't know what to do with them, and my daily life has never been so trying, and there is no one to fill it emotionally.
**Letter 251, to Florence Barger, 23 December 1924

*[[Pain]] is good, I'd say, when it's incidental to Love. In 'I give up my life for my friend' it is my friend, not my death, that matters. And sometimes I needn't give up my life for him, I can live for him, and with him, and the power of the spirit is then equally manifested, I should think.
**Letter 285, to George Thomson, 1 August 1931

*''[Before the prostate operation]'' I feel gay and calm, but have an open mind as to whether I shall get through or not[.] I don't say this to anyone else, but I love you too much to say anything but the truth. I don't feel afraid of anything and it is your love that has made me be like this. I hope to come back to you and everything and be as before, and I will try my best to do so.
**Letter 311, to Robert J. Buckingham, 17 December 1935

*Your letter firmed me up a lot. It certainly is a comfort to know that my work is respected by someone whom I respect and am as fond of as you. It confirms my belief that life is not all nonsense and cruelty—the inversion of Victorian complacency—but has hard spots of sense and love bobbing about in it here and there.
**Letter 330, to [[Christopher Isherwood]], 28 August 1938

*My difficulty with working class writers is that they don't make the working class come alive—Leslie Halward is an exception, but as you imply he is not very important. They give ''me'' information and they give their comrades gratification, but that's all; gloom, indignation, aspiration in plenty, and plenty of stains on the tablecloth and coal-dust in the mine—but no living beings to experience them.
**Letter 350, to John Lehmann, 21 December 1940

*The story of the [[Fall]] always fascinates me as a play ground, but I cannot find any profound meaning in it, because of my 'liberal' view of human nature: I cannot believe in a state of original innocence, still less in a profound meaning in it, and I am always minimising the conception and the extent of Sin and the sinfulness of sex.
**Letter 396, to Eric Fletcher, 9 July 1951

*What puzzles me most is your criticism that he showed 'no sense of engagement'. I haven't met the expression before, and feel bound to comment on its totalitarian tang. Engagement not with the [[truth]] as the speaker apprehends it, but with the alleged opinion of the majority of listeners.
**Letter 400, to John Morris, 12 January 1953

*I went to our Theological College lately, Westcott House, and we had a sort of chat. He told me that without him it was impossible to understand the [[universe]], and I came away having forgotten to reply that it did not occur to me to try to understand the universe. I must not run on like this so. Or rather what I mean is I have just finished the biography of my great aunt. Understanding, or partially understanding, her has been quite a large enough job.
**Letter 411, to Lionel Trilling, 1 August 1955

*I had an interesting day's [[reading]] yesterday, with the sudden sensation of being in close contact with what I was reading. [...] But as for reading how curious it is: all these books, their lore of the ages, waiting to be embraced but usually slipping out of one's nerveless hands on to the floor. When one reads properly it is as if a third person is present.
**Letter 419, to William Plomer, 12 December 1957

=== ''Commonplace Book'' (1985) ===
:<small> ''Commonplace Book'' (1985), edited by Philip Gardner <!--  Wildwood House, 1988. {{ISBN|070450574 }}--></small>

*''Axiom'': [[Novel]] must have either one living character or a perfect pattern: fails otherwise.
**p. 6

*Long [[books]], when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wants to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.
**p. 11

*Probable that I am now better than most people and as good as I ever shall be at this game, and can therefore get to know anyone I wish, provided I am not physically repellent. And perhaps this is why [[personal relationships]] no longer seem to me a serious branch of study.
**p. 45

*I don't think [[literature]] will be purged until its philosophic pretentiousness is extruded, and I shant live to see that purge, nor perhaps when it has happened will anything survive.
**p. 46

*[[Self-pity]]? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage.
**p. 50

*I grudged her nothing except my company. But it has gone further, like the degradation of rural England: this afternoon (Sunday in April) all the young men had women with them in far-flung camaraderie. If [[women]] ever wanted to be by themselves all would be well. But I don't believe they ever want to be, except for reasons of advertisement, and their instinct is never to let men be by themselves. This, I begin to see, is sex-war, and [[D.H. Lawrence|D.H.L.]] has seen it, in spite of a durable marriage, and is far more on the facts than [[Bernard Shaw]] and his Life Force.
**p. 59

* '''No disease of the imagination is so difficult to cure, as that which is complicated with the dread of [[guilt]]: fancy and conscience then act interchangeably upon us, and so often shift their places, that the illusions of one are not distinguished from the dictates of the other.'''
**p. 76

*[...] '''it is now only in letters I write what I feel: not in literature any more, and I seldom say it, because I keep trying to be amusing'''.
**p. 92 (26-2-32)

*One can run away from women, turn them out, or give in to them. No fourth course.
**p. 92

*Today 29-9-34 in the garden, rockery side, looking up to the house where Bone was working, sky bluish, very gentle, I looked without theories or self consciousness. This happens very seldom, though I can prolong the delight if I prevent my engines from restarting.
**p. 95

*But I have seen my obstacles: trivialities, learning and poetry. This last needs explaining: the old artist's readiness to dissolve characters into a haze. Characters cannot come alive and fight and guide the world unless the novelist wants them to remain characters.
**p. 151

*N.B. this book and pensées not important and the temptation to mistake them for Creation must be resisted.
**p. 155 (1943)

*I have very strongly of late the wish that others may be as [[sensitive]] as myself and the fear that they will not be. Colleague Sir Frank Adcock stumped by the sunset-portent unheeding. And I can't argue that I gain, or that others would gain, anything for humanity by observing and recording what went on for a few moments in the sky on Boar Race evening. I sometimes pretend to myself that I am public-spirited. I am not. I am an hedonist who wants pleasant sensations. On the other hand I am not the usual type of hedonist, for I want sensations ''to be had'' – if not by myself, then by someone else. The show shouldn't end with my death, which becomes a minor boo-hoo.
**p. 211 (1959)

*Peacefulness to be found in writing. Why do I not write every day? Partly because I feel I ought to write well and know I can't. But that is not a good enough reason for not writing, if it gains me poise & peace.
**p. 219 (1960)

*''Going to Bits''. This phrase me to day and is indeed the one I have been looking for; not tragic, not mortal disintegration; only a central weakness which prevents me from concentrating or settling down I have so wanted to write and write ahead. The phrase "obligatory creation" has haunted me. I have so wanted to get out of my morning bath promptly: have decided to do so beforehand, and have then lain in it as usual and watched myself not getting out. '''It looks as if there is a physical as well as a moral break in the orders I send out. I have plenty of interesting thoughts but keep losing them like the post cards I have written, or like my cap.''' I can't clear anything up yet interrupt a 'good read' in order to clear up. I hope tomorrow to copy out a piece of someone else's prose: it is the best device known to me for taking one out of inself, Plunge into anothers minutiae.' 31-1-61
**p. 224

* '''I haven't made my point yet, which is that it is ''right'' to be kind and even [[sacrifice]] ourselves to people who need kindness and lie in our way — otherwise, besides failing to help them, we run into the aridity of self-development.''' To seek for recipients of one's goodness, to play the Potted [[Jesus]] leads to the contrary the Christian danger.
**p. 243 (1963)

==Quotes about Forster==
[[File:Monument to E. M. Forster.jpg|thumb|Only connect...", the motto of ''[[w:Howards End|Howards End]]'', might be the lesson of all his [[work]]. ~ [[Cyril Connolly]]]]
[[File:Rooks Nest House, Stevenage.JPG|thumb|Forster wrote the five books on which his reputation rests because he desperately needed to create characters and situations that would expose his own plight in ways that were subtle and dramatic without being obvious or explicit. ~ [[Colm Tóibín]] ]]

*''' "Only connect...", the motto of ''[[w:Howards End|Howards End]]'', might be the lesson of all his work.''' His heroes and heroines...are the precursors of the left-wing young people of today; he can be used by them as a take-off in whatever direction they would develop... Much of his art consists in the plain-ness of his writing, for he is certain of the truth of his convictions and the force of his emotions.
** [[Cyril Connolly]], ''[[w:Enemies of Promise|Enemies of Promise]]'' (1938)

* M. [Forster] says '''he would much rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave...'''
** Alice Forster, in an 1883 letter cited in [https://books.google.ca/books?id=o8FaAAAAMAAJ&q=%22says+he+would+much+rather+be+a+coward%22&dq=%22says+he+would+much+rather+be+a+coward%22&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjz2t7htrfPAhUKVz4KHRsbBCAQ6AEIIjAB ''E. M. Forster: The growth of the novelist (1879-1914)'' (Volume 1 of ''E. M. Forster: A Life'')], by Philip Nicholas Furbank. published 1977 by Secker & Warburg.

*'''"Two Cheers for Democracy"...[made] a considerable impression. It annoyed many, both orthodox [[Patriotism|patriots]] and orthodox [[Marxism|Marxists]], but they felt outmanoeuvred by it.''' And many others, sickened of "commitment" by the betrayals and confusions of the Spanish civil war, found it a great support and recognized a [[heroism]] in its facing of limitations.
** [[w:P. N. Furbank|P. N. Furbank]], ''E. M. Forster: A Life, Volume Two: Polycrates' Ring 1914–1970'' (1978; 1979 ed.), p. 225<!-- Oxford University Press --> 

*I hardly remember such another disappointment, and I try to analyze why, when ''Where Angels Fear to Tread'' was so very promising, and when ''A Room with a View'' seemed to advance that promise, ''Howard's End'' makes one fear that no good thing will come of these anticipations. I think it is due to the author's having listened to the people who (may have) said that he should give more "story," and that he should be coarse in morals, and that he should coruscate in style. But these three things are not  native to him, and so the man who gave us before such delicate and faithful studies of character, and who wrote so simply, now produces a book (which has many details of merit, but) which, taken as a whole, is sensational and dirty and affected.<br>I should like to know what you think of the new craze for introducing into fiction the high-bred maiden who has a baby? It is the craze of the moment; it is beginning to attract the wonder of the Continent... The French, who allow themselves every other aberration, have at least preserved their horror of this one, which never occurs in their novels. I think it is a mark of feminisation... I do not know how an Englishman can calmly write of such a disgusting thing, with such ''sang-froid''. If you will look at Chapter 40 of ''Howard's End'' and will put it side by side with an incident in real life, ''forcibly, without literature or cant'', you will feel the gooseflesh rise upon you.
**[[Edmund Gosse]] to [[w:Edward Marsh (polymath)|Edward Marsh]] (27 December 1910), quoted in Evan Charteris, ''The Life and Letters of Sir Edmund Gosse'' (1931), pp. 320-321

*If I were asked to point to a passage which combined all that prose fiction should not be—lurid sentimentality, preposterous morals, turgid and sickly style—I do not think I could point to anything worse than the closing chapters of ''Howard's End''.<br>I meant to say how good, in the earlier part of the book, is much of the character-painting. The real talent of the author is for delicate, ironic painting of straightforward natures. How excellent is Aunt Juley! The quiet lives of people of that type, to whom nothing happens, who do not meet with manslaughterers and bastards and [[Jane Eyre|Jane-Eyre]]-borrowed lunatics in their walks abroad—that is what your author was born to depict. And I am now going to read a few chapters of [[w:Elizabeth Gaskell|Mrs. Gaskell]] to take the taste of ''Howard's End'' out of my mouth. 
**[[Edmund Gosse]] to [[w:Edward Marsh (polymath)|Edward Marsh]] (27 December 1910), quoted in Evan Charteris, ''The Life and Letters of Sir Edmund Gosse'' (1931), p. 321

*It is characteristic of Mr. Forster, to whom the [[w:Lares|Lares]] are living gods and the garden wych-elm a [[w:Hamadryad|Hamadryad]], that he titles his book after a house wherein personal relations ought to matter but are routed by telegrams and anger. For such a quality, and for the true comic sense with which he renders colloquial speech to betray cunning shadowings of personality in the speakers, the word Forsterian is already demanded. But "Howards End" is too big a thing to be either set aside or grappled to our souls at once; it will have to find its level after repeated regustation: such writing demands such reading.
**[[Frank Harris]], review of ''Howards End'' in ''The Saturday Review of Politics, Literature, Science, Art, and Finance'', Volume 110 (1910), p. 688

*When the newspapers compare [[Neville Chamberlain|Chamberlain]] to [[Abraham Lincoln|Abe Lincoln]] and [[Jesus|Jesus Christ]], they aren't being in the least sacrilegious; because ''their'' Lincoln and ''their'' Christ are utter phonies, anyhow. The newspapers are moved to tears by the spectacle of a gentleman standing his ground against a non-gentleman. So they call him 'England'. Well, ''my'' 'England' is E.M.; the anti-heroic hero, with his straggly straw moustache, his light gay blue baby-eyes and his elderly stoop. Instead of a folded umbrella or a brown uniform, his emblems are his tweed cap (which is too small for him) and the odd-shaped brown paper parcels in which he carries his belongings from country to town and back again. While the others tell their followers to be ready to die, he advises us to live as if we were immortal. And he really does this himself, although he is as anxious and afraid as any of us, and never for an instant pretends not to be. He and his books and what they stand for are all that is truly worth saving from [[Adolf Hitler|Hitler]]; and the vast majority of people on this island aren't even aware that he exists.
**[[Christopher Isherwood]], ''Down There on a Visit'' (1962; 2012 ed.), p. 171

* '''His light blue eyes behind his spectacles were like those of a baby who remembers his previous incarnation and is more amused than dismayed to find himself reborn in new surroundings.''' He had a baby's vulnerability, which is also the invulnerability of a creature whom one dare not harm.
** [[Christopher Isherwood]], ''Christopher and His Kind'' (1976), <small> {{ISBN|0374520364}}</small> Ch. 6, p. 106

*[[D. H. Lawrence|Lawrence]] was a powerful early influence on me, Forster a more enduring one.
**2006 interview in ''Conversations with [[Ursula Le Guin]]''

*He has quite lost the touch of preciousness, of exaggerated care for nature and the relationships of human beings, that faintly irritate some readers of his earlier books. He used once to write at times too much as a graduate (even occasionally as an undergraduate) of King's College, Cambridge (perhaps the most civilized place in the world), who has had an amour with [[Italy]] and another with the god [[Pan]]. In ''A Passage to India'' (as, indeed, in ''Howards End''), Pan is only implicit, the mysterious is more diffused, the imagination at once richer, less fantastic, and more restrained. It is a novel that from most novelists would be an amazing piece of work. Coming from Mr. Forster, it is not amazing, but it is, I think, the best and most interesting book he has written.
**[[Rose Macaulay]], review of ''A Passage to India'' in ''The Daily News'' (1924), quoted in P. N. Furbank, ''E. M. Forster: A Life, Volume Two: Polycrates' Ring 1914–1970'' (1978; 1979 ed.), pp. 123-124

* '''No government, no big organization, will pay for the truth.''' To take a crude example: can you imagine the British Government commissioning E. M. Forster to write ''A Passage to India''? He could only write it because he was ''not'' dependent on State aid.
** [[George Orwell]], "As I Please" column in ''Tribune'' (13 October 1944); reprinted in ''The Collected Essays, Journalism, and Letters of George Orwell: As I please, 1943-1945'' (1968)

*She thinks the one place where you can transcend your own tribalism, and daily politics, is through the novel. Just so long, she says, as it avoids preachiness. She cites A Passage to India, one of her favourite books. "It's a political novel and the politics are dead and obsolete; and yet the book goes on and on. And because it's a political book it has a tremendous moral and didactic message, and yet it so transcends the teaching aspect of it that it seems to me the most remarkable model for what a novel should be, when you want to say something with a 'message'. Otherwise if it has a message, the hell with it."
**[[Cynthia Ozick]] [https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2011/jul/04/cynthia-ozick-life-writing-interview Interview with ''The Guardian''] (2011)

*Forster...perceived, and, as far as it can be done at all, described, that sense of hallucination which pervades India. "Nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else." As I once heard it remarked of the rope-trick, "it is essentially Indian, because no such trick ever existed". The English in India, for all their doing and striving, became part of that hallucination. The Raj itself (without intending the pun) was a mirage; a dream which British and Indians dreamed together and which individuals will still dream again when they meet, long, long after other dreams and other hallucinations have succeeded. Leave out Forster's pasteboard figures of fun, and his physical descriptions of scenes and cities evoke the dream as they only could if someone who also felt it had written them.
**[[Enoch Powell]], 'The imperfect dream: a return passage to India', ''The Times'' (7 May 1983), p. 8

*For the Wilcoxes ''are'' England; they contain more of the essence of England even than Sunday afternoons, or Lords, or [[w:Sir William Bull, 1st Baronet|Sir William Bull]].
**''[[Punch (magazine)|Punch]]'', review of ''Howards End'' (1910), quoted in P. N. Furbank, ''E. M. Forster: A Life, Volume One: The Growth of the Novelist 1879–1914'' (1977; 1979 ed.), p. 188

*He <nowiki>[</nowiki>[[w:Anthony Blunt|Anthony Blunt]]<nowiki>]</nowiki> reminded me of E. M. Forster's famous statement that if he had to choose between betraying his country or betraying his friend, he hoped he would have the courage to betray his country. I said that in the appalling political circumstances under which we lived, to betray one's country might mean betraying innumerable other friends and it might also mean betraying one's wife and one's family. I said Forster's antithesis was a false one. One's country was not some abstract conception which it might be relatively easy to sacrifice for the sake of an individual; it was itself made up of a dense network of individual and social relationships in which loyalty to one particular person formed only a single strand.
**[[w:Goronwy Rees|Goronwy Rees]], ''A Chapter of Accidents'' (1972), p. 208

* Forster took a risk, opening the comic novel to let in the things it was not designed for; small patches of purple prose were the result. '''But Forster's innovation remains: he allowed the English comic novel the possibility of a spiritual and bodily life, not simply to exist as an exquisitely worked game of social ethics but as a messy human concoction. He expanded the comic novel's ethical space (while unbalancing its moral certainties) simply by letting more of life in.''' [[Jane Austen|Austen]] asks for toleration from her readers. Forster demands something far stickier, more shameful: love.
** [[Zadie Smith]], "[http://www.theguardian.com/books/2003/nov/01/classics.zadiesmith Love, Actually]" ''The Guardian'' (1 November 2003)

* He's a mediocre man — and knows it, or suspects it, which is worse; he will come to no good, and in the meantime he's treated rudely by waiters and is not really admired even by middle-class dowagers.
** [[Lytton Strachey]], Letter to James Strachey, 3 February 1914, in Michael Holroyd, ''Lytton Strachey: A Critical Biography'' (1968)

* '''Forster wrote the five books on which his reputation rests because he desperately needed to create characters and situations that would expose his own plight in ways that were subtle and dramatic without being obvious or explicit.''' His true nature was not only homosexual, it was also wounded, mysterious and filled with sympathy for others, including foreigners and women. Despite his best intentions, he allowed all of himself into the five novels published in his lifetime, and only part of himself into “Maurice".
** [[Colm Tóibín]], in "Lives of the Novelists: E. M. Forster", ''The New York Times'' (22 July 2010)

*Mr E. M. Forster, particularly in the first half of ''Pharos and Pharillon'', set a model of lucidity and individuality in which the elegance is so unobtrusive as to pass some readers unnoticed.
**[[Evelyn Waugh]], 'Literary Style in England and America', ''Books on Trial'' (October 1955), quoted in ''The Essays, Articles and Reviews of Evelyn Waugh'', ed. Donat Gallagher (1983), p. 479

*The book [''A Passage to India''] shows signs of fatigue and disillusionment; but it has chapters of clear and triumphant beauty, and above all it makes us wonder, what will he write next?
** [[Virginia Woolf]], 'The Novels of E.M. Forster, ''Atlantic Monthly'', November 1927, in ''E. M. Forster: The Critical Heritage'', ed. P. Gardner (1997)

* The middle age of buggers is not to be contemplated without horror.
** [[Virginia Woolf]], Diary for 12 March 1922, in ''The Diary of Virginia Woolf'', ed. A. O. Bell (1977-82)

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* [http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/forster.htm Brief biography at Kirjasto (Pegasos)]
* [http://www.humanism.org.uk/site/cms/contentviewarticle.asp?article=2037&splash=yes Brief biography at the British Humanist Association (BHA)]
* [http://www.emforster.info/ Pharos: E. M. Forster]
* [http://www.musicandmeaning.com/forster/ Only Connect : The unofficial Forster site]
* [http://emforster.de/ Aspects of E.M. Forster]
* [http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/webbin/book/lookupname?key=Forster%2c%20E%2e%20M%2e%20%28Edward%20Morgan%29%2c%201879%2d1970 The Online Books Page (University of Pennsylvania)]
* {{gutenberg author| id=E.+M.+Forster | name=E. M. Forster}}
* [http://kclibrary.nhmccd.edu/forster.htm Howards End Page] at Kingwood College Library

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