Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
E. M. ForsterRead
Are not beauty and delicacy the same?
Interpretation
Beauty and delicacy are intertwined, each enhancing the other.
This quote by E. M. Forster suggests that beauty is often characterized by delicacy and that the two concepts are inherently linked. Delicacy implies a subtlety and refinement that can amplify the experience of beauty, making it not just an aesthetic appreciation but also an emotional one.
In practice
In an art class discussion about the elements of design, I would use this quote to highlight the connection between form and feeling.
Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
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