Maurice

by E.M. Forster

Though none of his difficulties had been solved, none were added, which is something.

You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.

Did society, while professing to be so moral and sensitive, really mind anything?

His troubles had taught him that other people are alive, but not yet that they are different,

to be certain of a situation is not to be certain of a human being.

is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?

I didn’t come or write because I wanted to get away from you without wanting.

Nothing had changed in his life. Nothing remained in it.

Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.

“You care for me a little bit, I do think,” he admitted, “but I can’t hang all my life on a little bit. You don’t.