The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Early morning does not mince words.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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.
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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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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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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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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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