Modern science, then, so far from being an enemy of romance, is seen on every hand to be its sympathetic and resourceful friend, its swift and irresistible helper in its serious need, and an indulgent minister to its lighter fancies. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
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. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
If Romeo and Juliet make a tragedy of it nowadays, they have only to blame their own mismanagement, for the world is with them… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
“What long-dead face makes here the grass so green? On what earth-buried bosom do we lean? Ah! love, when we in turn are grass… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
“If in this shadowland of life thou hast Found one true heart to love thee, hold it fast; Love it again, give all to… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
More and more the world is growing to love a lover, and one has only to read the newspapers to see how sympathetic are… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
Modern science, then, so far from being an enemy of romance, is seen on every hand to be its sympathetic and resourceful friend, its… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience. — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows,… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
“Were I a woman, I would all day long Sing my own beauty in some holy song, Bend low before it, hushed and half… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
