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August 14, 1867
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August 14, 1867
A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.
John Galsworthy
One's eyes are what one is one's mouth what one becomes.
John Galsworthy
One's eyes are what one is one's mouth what one becomes.
John Galsworthy
The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
John Galsworthy
Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
John Galsworthy
Mechanism! Everywhere -- mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from.
John Galsworthy
Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.
John Galsworthy
Justice is a machine that, when someone has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself. - John Galsworthy, Justice [1910], act II
John Galsworthy
Really," said Winifred suddenly; "it almost seems like Fate. Only that's so old-fashioned.
John Galsworthy
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. 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 Galsworthy
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.
John Galsworthy
Life calls the tune, we dance.
John Galsworthy
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
John Galsworthy