Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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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 talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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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.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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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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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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