Early morning does not mince words.
JOHN GALSWORTHYDreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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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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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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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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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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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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