A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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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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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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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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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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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