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… — 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