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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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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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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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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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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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