Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLove 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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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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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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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.
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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