Howards End

by E.M. Forster

life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which,

Like many others who have lived long in a great capital, she had strong feelings about the various railway termini.

Margaret hoped that for the future she would be less cautious, not more cautious, than she had been in the past.

the earth is explicable—from her we came, and we must return to her. But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning—the city inhaling; or the same thoroughfares in the evening—the city exhaling her exhausted air?

Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort—not anyone pompous or tearful—were caring for us up in the sky.