John Galsworthy

Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious - there was generally some reason for it.

— John Galsworthy

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

— John Galsworthy

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

— John Galsworthy

the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done

— John Galsworthy

The French cook; we open tins.

— John Galsworthy

It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words…

— John Galsworthy

“I loathe the idea of cutting down trees. Two hundred years of shape and energy all gone in half an hour. It's…

— John Galsworthy

“...we're all so interdependent that in order to look after oneself one's got to look after others no less.”

— John Galsworthy

“But all over-expression, whether by journalists, poets, novelists, or clergymen, is bad for the language, bad for the mind; and by over-expression,…

— John Galsworthy

“Youth, like a flame, burned ever in his breast, and to youth he turned, to the round little limbs, so reckless, that…

— John Galsworthy

There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London. Such was…

— John Galsworthy

“And while they walked Jolyon pondered those words: 'I hope you'll treat him as you treated me.' That would depend on himself.…

— John Galsworthy

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many…

— John Galsworthy

The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.

— John Galsworthy

“When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte died — but no Forsyte had as…

— John Galsworthy

“And yet, in books were comfort and diversion; and they were wanted!”

— John Galsworthy

Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.

— John Galsworthy

“He won't be happy till he gets it," said Michael, at last: "The only thing is, you see, he doesn't know what…

— John Galsworthy

It's not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.

— John Galsworthy

Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to…

— John Galsworthy

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

“So this wonderful city Has only dead ashes for me.”

— John Galsworthy

Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky! For who would live so petty…

— John Galsworthy

“Really," said Winifred suddenly; "it almost seems like Fate. Only that's so old-fashioned.”

— John Galsworthy

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

— John Galsworthy