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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. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#comrades #consequence #diminished #each #fun

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#approaching #arriving #departing #ever #farther

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

#fancies #gain #human #human experience #lose

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

#enemy #every #fancies #far #friend

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

#any #christianity #done #founder #ideals

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

#itself #love #love is #never #silent

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

— Richard Le Gallienne

#conduct #element #important #laws #mundane

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#come #feature #feet #grown #hands

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. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#also #beauty #element #half #imagination

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. ↗

— Richard Le Gallienne

#beloved #faces #flowers #road #roads