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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!

John Galsworthy

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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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Even More Nature One Preference Reveal Side Work
Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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Believe Circle Creed Enwrap Hand Humanism Men Mystery Own
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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Bloom Blossom Flower Garden Plant Wild
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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Away Bear Carry Friend Go Hard Least Live Many Quest So Thing Years
It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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Country Describing Enough Get Good Ink Movement Penultimate People Person Physical Place Sensation Spend State Time To
Early morning does not mince words.
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Early Mince Morning Soes Word
Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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Corpse Dead Deed From Heap Leave Memory Sense So Under Vague
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 GALSWORTHY

Become Beyond Dog Muteness Peace Play So Torture Trick Utterly Value Word
It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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Bring Count Fortitude Into Life
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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Born Flower Hot Hour House Love Night Planet Seed Sprung Sunshine Well Wild
I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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Beautiful Horse Impression Nothing Quite Still Thoroughbred Under
There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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House Limbo Pass Soul Time
The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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Amount Make Prepare Sacrifice Sentiment Value
Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Adaptability Best Condition Control Create Develop Fact Invention Men Own Quite Unable
We have to love because we love loving.
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Love Loving
The French cook; we open tins.
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Cook Country Open Outer

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