I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
JOHN GALSWORTHYDawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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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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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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