Quotes from Richard Le Gallienne

Look not above, there is no answer there; Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer; Near is as near to God as any Far, And Here is just the same deceit as There.

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."

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while, at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.

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

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

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.