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 bette… - E. M. Forster

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.

It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous - no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature - irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.