I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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And 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.
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