For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
JOHN GALSWORTHYAnd 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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Danger 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.
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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