The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
JOHN GALSWORTHYHe might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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Beginnings are always messy.
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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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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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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