There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOnly love makes fruitful the soul.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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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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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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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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