Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
JOHN GALSWORTHYReligion 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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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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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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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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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