Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
JOHN GALSWORTHYNot 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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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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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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Beginnings are always messy.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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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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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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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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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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