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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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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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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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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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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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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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