union. Beauty could not comfort if the soul were out of it. - John Galsworthy

Men fall, roughly speaking, into two flocks: Those whose intelligence is uninquiring in the face of Art, and does not demand to be appeased before their emotions can be stirred; and those who, having a speculative bent of mind, must first be satisfied by an enlightening quality in a work of Art, before that work of Art can awaken in them feeling. The audience of the realist is drawn from this latter type of man; the much larger audience of the romantic artist from the former; together with, in both cases, those fastidious few for whom all Art is style and only style, and who welcome either kind, so long as it is good enough.

We are not living in a private world of our own. Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.

JAMES. Same thing. He’s gone to work in the most cold-blooded way to defraud his employers, and cast the blame on an innocent man. If that’s not a case for the law to take its course, I don’t know what is. WALTER. For the sake of his future, though. JAMES. [Sarcastically] According to you, no one would ever prosecute. WALTER. [Nettled] I hate the idea of it.