Quotes from E.M. Forster, Maurice

He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?

Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. it could not do things.

If you introduce the human figure you at once arouse either disgust or desire.