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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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Beginnings are always messy.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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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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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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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’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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A 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!
JOHN GALSWORTHY