Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
JOHN GALSWORTHYCome! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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