By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing - deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else. — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
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… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between… — 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
The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square, Westminster, was so unobtrusively American… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions… — John Galsworthy Copy Share Image
Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands… — 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
