John Masefield Quotes (20 Quotes)

Spring-time of man, all April in a face.

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song. Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong.

In the dark womb where I began
My mother's life made me a man.

Water and saltness are not wine.

One road leads to London, One road runs to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

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?

No outward evil could our eyes discern.

Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.

In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

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.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's o.

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.

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

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.

There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.

Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.