Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
JOHN GALSWORTHYthe biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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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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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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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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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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