Richard Le Gallienne (20 January 1866 – 15 September 1947) was an English author and poet. The American actress Eva Le Gallienne (1899–1991) was his daughter, by his second marriage.
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.
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.
A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.
There’s too much beauty upon this earth For lonely men to bear.
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 critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.
A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.
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!
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.