The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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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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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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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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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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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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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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The French cook; we open tins.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
JOHN GALSWORTHY