The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
JOHN GALSWORTHYHonesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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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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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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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.
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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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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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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