I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
JOHN GALSWORTHYArt is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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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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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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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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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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