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.
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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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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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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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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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Early morning does not mince words.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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