Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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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 talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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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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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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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