John Galsworthy

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

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

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!

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.

Life calls the tune, we dance.

If you do not think about your future, you cannot have one.

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.

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.

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.

The French cook we open tins.

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

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

Love has no age, no limit; and no death.

A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

One's eyes are what one is one's mouth what one becomes.

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

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

Mechanism! Everywhere -- mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from.