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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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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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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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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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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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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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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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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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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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