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 GALSWORTHYWealth 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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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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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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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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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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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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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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Matters change and morals change; men remain.
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For 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!
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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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