By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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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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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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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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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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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