Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
JOHN GALSWORTHYMemory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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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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