Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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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 young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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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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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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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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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It 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.
JOHN GALSWORTHY