J. B. Priestley Quotes



Best 11 Quotes by J. B. Priestley

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”

“Like its politicians and its wars, society has the teenagers it deserves.”

“Most writers enjoy two periods of happiness — when a glorious idea comes to mind, and when a last page has been written and you haven't had time to know how much better it ought to be.”

“Public men have responsibilities as well as privileges.”

“The more elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.”

“The way to write a book is the application of the seat of one's pants to the seat of one's chair.”

“There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going.”

“To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.”

“We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.”

An Inspector Calls Quotes

“We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish.”

An Inspector Calls

Thoughts in the Wilderness Quotes

“It is no use speaking in soft, gentle tones if everyone else is shouting.”

Thoughts in the Wilderness

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“I like the word ‘decadent,’ all shimmering with purple and gold. It throws out the brilliance of flames and the gleam of precious stones. It is made up of carnal spirit and unhappy flesh and of all the violent splendors of the Lower Empire; it conjures up the paint of the courtesans, the sports of the circus, the breath of the tamers of animals, the bounding of wild beasts, the collapse among the flames of races exhausted by the power of feeling, to the invading sound of enemy trumpets. The decadence is Sardanapalus lighting the fire in the midst of his women, it is Seneca declaiming poetry as he opens his veins, it is Petronius masking his agony with flowers.”


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