A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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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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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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