Quotes from John Galsworthy

Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!

When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing - deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.

As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.

Matters change and morals change; men remain.

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

There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don't say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you, or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it. We have to love because we love loving.

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

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.

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

The French cook; we open tins.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

It 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.

Public opinion's always in advance of the law.

Justice is a machine that, when someone has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.

Nobody tells me anything.

Life calls the tune, we dance.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

Love is not a 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; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!