Meandering in the stacks . . .

Today is the birthday of John Galsworthy (August 14, 1867 – January 31, 1933), novelist and playwright. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1932.

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

"Art is the great and universal refreshment. For Art is never dogmatic; holds no brief for itself; you may take it, or you may leave it. It does not force itself rudely where it is not wanted. It is reverent to all tempers, to all points of view. But it is willful — the very wind in the comings and goings of its influence, an uncapturable fugitive, visiting our hearts at vagrant, sweet moments; since we often stand even before the greatest works of Art without being able quite to lose ourselves! That restful oblivion comes, we never quite know when — and it is gone! But when it comes, it is a spirit hovering with cool wings, blessing us from least to greatest, according to our powers; a spirit deathless and varied as human life itself." - John Galsworthy

"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." - John Galsworthy

"The world's a fine place for those who go out to take it; there's lots of unknown stuff' in it yet." - John Galsworthy

"Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem." - John Galsworthy

"One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes." - John Galsworthy

"If you do not think about your future, you cannot have one." - John Galsworthy

"Life calls the tune, we dance." — John Galsworthy

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