Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
JOHN GALSWORTHYAnd they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The French cook; we open tins.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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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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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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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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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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