How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOnly out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Early morning does not mince words.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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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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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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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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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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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