Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have to love because we love loving.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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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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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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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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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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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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