By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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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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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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