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!
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have to love because we love loving.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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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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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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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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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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