John Masefield Quotes
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An art in which the artist by means of rhythm and great sincerity can convey to others the sentiment which he feels about life.
[Poets And Poetry]
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Best trust the happy moments. ... The days that make us happy make us wise.
[Happiness]
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Best trust the happy moments. What they gave makes man less fearful of the certain grave and gives his work compassion and new eyes, the days that make us happy make us wise.
[Happiness]
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Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
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Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
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God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
[Prayer]
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Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, earth's jest a dusty road.
[Heaven]
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I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
[Sea]
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In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
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It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, three hours in a seasick steamer, and after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak three times, and then I'll be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?
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It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
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Lord, give to men who are old and rougher the things that little children suffer, and let keep bright and undefiled the young years of the little child.
[Children]
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Man with his burning soul has but an hour of breath to build a ship of truth in which his soul may sail - sail on the sea of death, for death takes toll of beauty, courage, youth, of all but truth.
[Truth]
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Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once a minute something generous dies for want of it.
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Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
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Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
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Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
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States are not made, nor patched; they grow: Grow slow through centuries of pain.
[Government]
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The luck will alter and the star will rise.
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