Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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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 young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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