By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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