Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance.
Interpretation
What this quote means
We can only love what we truly understand, which requires knowledge and familiarity, advocating for tolerance in wider societal matters.
E. M. Forster's quote emphasizes that genuine love stems from personal knowledge and understanding; however, in broader contexts such as public affairs and societal rebuilding, this deep emotional connection is often impractical. Therefore, tolerance becomes a necessary and pragmatic approach that allows us to coexist and work together despite knowing only fragments of each other's experiences.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about community cohesion, this quote can highlight the importance of understanding each other to foster love and tolerance.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.
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