The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYDanger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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