First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
JOHN GALSWORTHYMemory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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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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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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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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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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