The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYDawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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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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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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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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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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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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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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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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