I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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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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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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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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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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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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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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