Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
JOHN GALSWORTHYSummer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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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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A 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.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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