Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have to love because we love loving.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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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 is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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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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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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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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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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