Quotes by : John Galsworthy

The French cook we open tins.

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

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

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

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling....

Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through....

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing....

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung....

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

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