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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOne’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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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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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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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 GALSWORTHY