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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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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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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 all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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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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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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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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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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