As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else. John Galswo
born to be loved and to love who when not loving are not living
Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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. It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal. For, wha
Beginnings are always messy.
The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
If you do not think about your future, you cannot have one.
Beginnings are always messy. John Galsworth
Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
Love has no age, no limit; and no death. John Galswo
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 bicycle... has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second. 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 wo
Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious - there was generally some reason for it.
The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.
He would be setting up as a man of property next, with a place in the country.
It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.
It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
It's not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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; bu
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.
Life calls the tune, we dance.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
Early morning does not mince words.
When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte diedbut no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalised persons who resent encroachments o
He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!
Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.