The soul’s a sort of sentimental wife, That prays and whimpers of the higher life. — 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
Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which — Richard Le Gallienne
We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring — Richard Le Gallienne
We also maintain – again with perfect truth – that mystery is more than half of beauty — Richard Le Gallienne
We have, of course, long since ceased to think of nature as the sympathetic mirror of — Richard Le Gallienne
Though actually the work of man’s hands – or, more properly speaking, the work of his — Richard Le Gallienne
On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle. — Richard Le Gallienne
Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing — Richard Le Gallienne
More and more the world is growing to love a lover, and one has only to read the — Richard Le Gallienne
It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of — Richard Le Gallienne
In their work, then, as in their play, men and women are more and more coming to — Richard Le Gallienne
If romeo and juliet make a tragedy of it nowadays, they have only to blame their — Richard Le Gallienne
Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance — Richard Le Gallienne
All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time — Richard Le Gallienne
All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective — Richard Le Gallienne
There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing — Richard Le Gallienne
The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with time — Richard Le Gallienne
