The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy, the building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
How to save the old that's worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square, Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
And he continued to stare at her, afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which, no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
Oh, your precious `lame ducks'!
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. Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of
Beginnings are always messy. John Galswo
The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
It's not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel, and they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
We are not living in a private world of our own. Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
Beginnings are always messy. John Galsworth
As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looke
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.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death. John Galswo
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!
Life calls the tune, we dance.
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
As for the law--it catered for a human nature of which it took a naturally low view.
Beginnings are always messy.
It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
born to be loved and to love who when not loving are not living
Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
Matters change and morals change; men remain.