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Title: Quotes and Images From The Works of John Galsworthy
Author: John Galsworthy
Edited and Arranged by David Widger
Release Date: August 29, 2004 [EBook #7544]
[Last updated on February 16, 2007]
Language: English
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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUOTES FROM GALSWORTHY ***
Produced by David Widger
QUOTES AND IMAGES FROM JOHN GALSWORTHY
THE WORKS OF JOHN GALSWORTHY
QUOTES
Attack his fleas--though he was supposed
to have none
Dogs: with rudiments of altruism and a sense
of God
Don't hurt others more than is absolutely
necessary
Early morning does not mince words
Era which had canonised hypocrisy
Forgiven me; but she could never forget
Health--He did not want it at such cost
Is anything more pathetic than the faith
of the young?
Law takes a low view of human nature
Let her come to me as she will, when she will,
not at all if she will not
Love has no age, no limit; and no death
Never to see yourself as others see you
Old men learn to forego their whims
People who don't live are wonderfully
preserved
Perching-place; never--never her cage!
Putting up a brave show of being natural
Socialists: they want our goods
Thank you for that good lie
To seem to be respectable was to be
You have to buy experience
COURAGE
COURAGE Is but a word, and yet, of words,
The only sentinel of permanence;
The ruddy watch-fire of cold winter days,
We steal its comfort, lift our weary swords,
And on. For faith--without it--has no sense;
And love to wind of doubt and tremor sways;
And life for ever quaking marsh must tread.
Laws give it not; before it prayer will blush;
Hope has it not; nor pride of being true;
'Tis the mysterious soul which never yields,
But hales us on and on to breast the rush
Of all the fortunes we shall happen through.
And when Death calls across his shadowy fields--
Dying, it answers: "Here! I am not dead!"
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