A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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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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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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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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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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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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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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