The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
JOHN GALSWORTHYMen are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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 Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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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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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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