A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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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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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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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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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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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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