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John Galsworthy

John Galsworthy OM (/ˈɡɔːlzwɜːrði/; 14 August 1867 – 31 January 1933) was an English novelist and playwright. Notable works include The Forsyte Saga (1906–1921) and its sequels, A Modern Comedy and End of the Chapter. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1932.

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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

Beginnings, Human, Humans, New Beginnings, Self Help, Undertakings

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.

Becomes, Dog, Eye, Think, Thinking, Value

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Hurt, Necessary, Person, Persons, Worth

Life calls the tune, we dance.

Dance, Destiny, Fate, Life, Tune, Tunes

Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one's work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature, first one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement. 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.

Emotional, Endless, Fusing, Hands, Looking, Men

There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don't say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.

Found, Impossible, Politics, Rule, World

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.

Actions, Done, Men, Motivational, Nothing

I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.

Believe, People, Self Esteem, Think, Thinking

He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!

Beauty, Might, Wish, World

Love! Beyond meaure - beyond death - it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

Death, Has Beens, Kills, Life, Love, Nearly

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

Create, Develop, Facts, Invention, Men, Quite

Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.

Complete, Instinct, Sex, Unions

Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.

Becoming, Believe, Circle, Fate, Humanism, Men

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

Dream, Dreaming, Indulge, Indulge In, Littles, Poetry

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.

Failed, Happiness, Mean, Synonym, Trials, Wealth

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!

Backs, Belief, Born, Men, Salvation, Turn

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

Believe, Dreadful, Enough, Peace, War

Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.

Apt, Slang, Vigorous, Vital

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

Age, Birthday, Death, Limit, Love

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, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves. And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute's profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.

Art, Grim, Itching, Men, Real, Works

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