It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
JOHN GALSWORTHYHow 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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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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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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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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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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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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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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