The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLooking 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Such 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.
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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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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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Early morning does not mince words.
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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