The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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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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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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