To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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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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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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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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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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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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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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