Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
JOHN GALSWORTHYMen are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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