Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
JOHN GALSWORTHYJustice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLooking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
JOHN GALSWORTHYDanger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
JOHN GALSWORTHYHumanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
JOHN GALSWORTHYHonesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOnly love makes fruitful the soul.
JOHN GALSWORTHYAnd to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
JOHN GALSWORTHYAs a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have to love because we love loving.
JOHN GALSWORTHYOnly love makes fruitful the soul.
JOHN GALSWORTHYCome! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
JOHN GALSWORTHY