Richard Le Gallienne Quotes

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.

On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle.

Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world.

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and each religion has its own book of martyrs.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the field And all the leaves were calling me.

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.

In their work, then, as in their play, men and women are more and more coming to share with each other as comrades, and really the fun of life seems in no wise diminished as a consequence.

A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy.

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart's sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul - O gentle Master of the Wise, Teach us to say: "I will arise."

The soul's a sort of sentimental wife, That prays and whimpers of the higher life.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

More and more the world is growing to love a lover, and one has only to read the newspapers to see how sympathetic are the times to any generous and adventurous display of the passions.

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.

It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.

We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.

There’s too much beauty upon this earth For lonely men to bear.

Happy is the man who loves the woods and waters, Brother to the grass and well beloved of Pan; The earth shall be his, and all her laughing daughters. Happy the man.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.

How much more interesting life would be if only more people had the courage and skill to act themselves, instead of abjectly understudying some one else!

You can't fake it. Bad writing is a gift.

Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.

Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.