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Too late... everything's always too late.

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Mr Abrahams was a preparatory schoolmaster of the old-fashioned sort. He cared neither for work nor games, but fed his boys well and saw that they did...more

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Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled

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-while beyond the barrier Maurice wandered, the wrong words on his lips and the wrong desires in his heart, and his arms full of air.

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I was yours once till death if you cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now--I can't hang about whining for ever--and he's mine in a way that shoc...more

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A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil ha...more

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He was not sure, but liked it. It recurred when they met suddenly or had been silent. It beckoned to him across intellect, saying, "This is all very w...more

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I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

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They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besid...more

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I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

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

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The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.