It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYI drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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