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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!

John Galsworthy

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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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Breathe Day Ineftable Man Painful Spring Such Sweetness Yeaning
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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Dompting Itch Ourselves Outside Previous Shut
Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Beauty Complete Instinct Love Nothing One Really Satisfy Sex Union
Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Fritful Love Make Only Soul
The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Beginning End Human Undertaking Untidy
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
Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Direct Distance Idealism Increase One Problem Proportion
It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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Age Change New Nottle Old Season Stir Wine
We have to love because we love loving.
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Love Loving
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
As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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Live Man So Think Write
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
Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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Come Destroy Dull Fruit Love never
Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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Change Matter Men Moral Remain
Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Footstep Grass Soundless Summer

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