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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYBy the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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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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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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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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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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Beginnings are always messy.
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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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