For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The French cook; we open tins.
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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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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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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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