The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYAnd 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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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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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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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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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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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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 could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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