Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYthe biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Looking 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.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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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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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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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 an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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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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