“She stood and tried hard not to believe in God. It seemed mean and petty to have more belief in God when things were going well than when they were instinct with tragedy; just as it seemed mean and petty to pray to God when you wanted something badly, and not pray when you didn’t. But after all God was… — John Galsworthy Copy Share
“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, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed;… — John Galsworthy Copy Share
“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
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, and had the courage to accept futility, and say to ourselves: There’s nothing for it but to enjoy ourselves as best we can.’ Well, I suppose that’s my generation, the one that’s seen the war and… — John Galsworthy Copy Share
“James and the other eight children of 'Superior Dosset,' of whom there are still five alive, may be said to have represented Victorian England, with its principles of trade and individualism at five per cent, and your money back - if you know what that means. At all events they've turned thirty thousand pounds into a cool million between them… — John Galsworthy Copy Share
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
