He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love. - E. M. Forster

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.

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.

My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.