121 Quotes by John Galsworthy

There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London. Such was not quite the condition of Timothy's on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy's soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte's body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky! For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!

The French cook; we open tins.

Matters change and morals change; men remain.

Only love makes fruitful the soul.

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.