John Galsworthy

(1867-1933 / England)

John Galsworthy
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John Galsworthy OM ( 14 August 1867 – 31 January 1933) was an English novelist and playwright. Notable works include The Forsyte Saga (1906—1921) and its sequels, A Modern Comedy and End of the Chapter. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1932.

John Galsworthy was born at Kingston Hill in Surrey, England into an established wealthy family, the son of John and Blanche Bailey (née Bartleet) Galsworthy. His large Kingston upon Thames estate is now the site of three schools: Marymount International, Rokeby Preparatory School and Holy Cross. He attended Harrow and New College, Oxford, training as a barrister and was called to the bar in 1890. However, he was not keen to begin ... more »

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  • ''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.''
    John Galsworthy (1867-1933), British novelist, playwright. Letter, March 27, 1910, to Thomas Hardy.
  • ''Everything known before it happens; and headlines twice the size of the events.''
    John Galsworthy (1867-1933), British novelist, playwright. General Cherrell, in Over the River, ch. 27 (1933). The last of The Forsyth Chronicles....
  • ''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.''
    John Galsworthy (1867-1933), British novelist, playwright. Sir Lawrence Mont, in Over the River, ch. 11, End of the Chapter, bk. 3 (1933). The las...
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England To Free Men

Men of my blood, you English men!
From misty hill and misty fen,
From cot, and town, and plough, and moor,
Come in - before I shut the door!
Into my courtyard paved with stones
That keep the names, that keep the bones,
Of none but English men who came
Free of their lives, to guard my fame.

I am your native land who bred
No driven heart, no driven head;
I fly a flag in every sea
Round the old Earth, of Liberty!
I am the Land that boasts a crown;
The sun comes up, the sun goes down -
And never men may say of me,
Mine is a breed that is not ...

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