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JOHN GALSWORTHYLove 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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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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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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