First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIf you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The French cook; we open tins.
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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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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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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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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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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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