One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIdealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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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.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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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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