Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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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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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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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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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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