The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
JOHN GALSWORTHYTake 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Beginnings are always messy.
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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!
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