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JOHN GALSWORTHYA 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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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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How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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