John Galsworthy
John Galsworthy
John Galsworthy OMwas an English novelist and playwright. Notable works include The Forsyte Sagaand its sequels, A Modern Comedy and End of the Chapter. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1932...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth14 August 1867
dog angel hands
From behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"
dog eye thinking
It 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.Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
dog loss animal
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
born living loved loving
born to be loved and to love who when not loving are not living
english-author
If you do not think about your future, you cannot have one.
deprived evolved himself life living man power queer wishing
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.
forced man state unhappy until
A man of action, forced into a state of thought, is unhappy until he can get out of it
human low naturally nature took
As for the law--it catered for a human nature of which it took a naturally low view.
man property setting
He would be setting up as a man of property next, with a place in the country.
bad clever doctor sleep
I'm bad, he said, pouting--"been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills.
bad clever doctor sleep
I'm bad, he said, pouting--""been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I shouldn't have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills.
afflicted beauty continued looked people quite ran stare
And he continued to stare at her, 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.
self-esteem believe thinking
I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
believe fate men
Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.