As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
JOHN GALSWORTHYJustice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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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!
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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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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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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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.
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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.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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