Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
JOHN GALSWORTHY
When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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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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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
JOHN GALSWORTHY