Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
Really,” said Winifred suddenly; “it almost seems like Fate. Only that’s so old-fashioned.
Justice is a machine that, when someone has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself. – John Galsworthy, Justice [1910], act II
Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.
Mechanism! Everywhere — mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from.
Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
One’s eyes are what one is one’s mouth what one becomes.
A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.
One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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.
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.
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.
If you do not think about your future, you cannot have one.