The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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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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A 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.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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