A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWhen Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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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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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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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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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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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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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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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