It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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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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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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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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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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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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.
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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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