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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYthe biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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How 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.
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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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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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