If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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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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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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