Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOne’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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 could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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Take 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.
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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing 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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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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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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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 have to love because we love loving.
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