The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe French cook; we open tins.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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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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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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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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