The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOne’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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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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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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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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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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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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