For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
JOHN GALSWORTHYTake modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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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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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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When 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.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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 could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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