It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
JOHN GALSWORTHYSuch was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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It 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.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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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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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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