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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLife calls the tune, we dance.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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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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