The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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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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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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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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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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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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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
JOHN GALSWORTHY