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!
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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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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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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