First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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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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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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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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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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