By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes — a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes. - E. M. Forster

Give me life, with its struggles and victories, with its failures and hatreds, with its deep moral meaning and its unknown goal!

He questioned Maurice, who, when he grasped the point, was understood to reply that deeds are more important than words.

“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?