I long to get away, sometimes, from my own generation. I don't care whether it's into the past, or into the future, so long as it's away from the pat… - Alfred Noyes

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I long to get away, sometimes, from my own generation. I don't care whether it's into the past, or into the future, so long as it's away from the patter into simple realities again. I hate being a slave to my own age.
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We are so afraid of sentimentality that we're losing the power of human feeling. Our writers today understand all the brutalities and cynicisms; but how many of them understand the simple human affections that hold decent human beings together and make the world worth living in?

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About Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes (16 September 1880 – 28 June 1958) was an English poet, short-story writer and playwright.

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