Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYEssential 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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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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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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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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