By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls.
John GalsworthyThere are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds; a snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
John GalsworthyThe law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
John Galsworthy