Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

“The soul is but senses catching fire, Marvellous music of the body's lyre, - The angel senses are the silver strings Stirred…

— Richard Le Gallienne

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with…

— Richard Le Gallienne

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long…

— Richard Le Gallienne

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the…

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

“There are really no dull subjects. There are only dull writers.”

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving…

— Richard Le Gallienne

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and…

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the…

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

“Some say we came God's purpose to fulfil - Faith a poor purpose then, if so you will; Sport for the heavenly…

— Richard Le Gallienne

“WAKE! for the sun, the shepherd of the sky, Has penned the stars within their fold on high, And, shaking darkness from…

— Richard Le Gallienne

“So I be written in the Book of Love, I have no care about that book above; Erase my name, or write…

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

“Good friends, beware! the only life we know Flies from us like an arrow from the bow, The caravan of life is…

— Richard Le Gallienne

Happy is the man who loves the woods and waters, Brother to the grass and well beloved of Pan; The earth shall…

— Richard Le Gallienne

In their work, then, as in their play, men and women are more and more coming to share with each other as…

— Richard Le Gallienne

“Into this life of cruel wonder sent, Without a word to tell us what it meant, Sent back again without a reason…

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

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

— Richard Le Gallienne