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 meani… - E. M. Forster

Mature as he was, 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.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

For the barrier of language is sometimes a blessed barrier, which only lets pass what is good. Or — to put the thing less cynically — we may be better in new clean words, which have never been tainted by our pettiness or vice. Phillip, at all events, lived more graciously in Italian, the very phrases of which entice one to be happy and kind.

They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and sky were theirs, not the timorous millions' who own stuffy little boxes, but never their own souls.