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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 Galsworthy

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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Even More Nature One Preference Reveal Side Work
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Beneath Calm Careless Flash Hidden Moment Nature Ood Ordinary Passion Reveal Spring Violent
Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Corpse Dead Deed From Heap Leave Memory Sense So Under Vague
There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

House Limbo Pass Soul Time
We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Argument Believe Dreadful Enough Familiar Maske None War
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.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Back Body Long Look Stretch Work
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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Digestion Empicipation Equality Influence Language Leg Profession Strong Weekend Word
One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Become Eye Mouth One
For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Cry Preserve Rather Rebel Sometimes Unblest
Headlines twice the size of the events.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Event Headlines Size Twice
Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Come Lancem Rst Lay Let Sky Under Wild Windmill
First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Achievement Deprive First Fuse Get Hand Melowness One Other Seldom Upper
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Dream Induldfe Life Little Must Forgive Poetry
Beginnings are always messy.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Always Beginning Messy
Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Built Consequences Mariage Society
Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
JOHN GALSWORTHY

Country Driver Fare Hesitation Man Refuse Some Young

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