“Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.” — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world! — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Love! Beyond meaure - beyond death - it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
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… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Only love makes fruitful the soul. The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“She stood and tried hard not to believe in God. It seemed mean and petty to have more belief in God when things were… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed,… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“That tendency...to lie awake between the hours of two and four, when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes so readily the butterfly of panic.” — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“Here’s a sentence in a book I’m reading: ‘We belong, of course, to a generation that’s seen through things, seen how futile everything is,… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
“James and the other eight children of 'Superior Dosset,' of whom there are still five alive, may be said to have represented Victorian England,… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
