Explore Quotes by John Masefield

Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.

Love is a flame to set the will on fire

In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

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

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

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.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

His face was filled with broken commandments.

People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

I have seen the Lady April bringing_x000D__x000D_the daffodils,_x000D__x000D_Bringing the springing grass and the_x000D__x000D_soft warm April rain.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

Love is a flame to burn out human wills,_x000D__x000D_Love is a flame to set the will on fire,_x000D__x000D_Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.

Man cannot call the brimming instant back;_x000D__x000D_Time's an affair of instants spun to days;_x000D__x000D_If man must make an instant gold, or black,_x000D__x000D_Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways._x000D__x000D_Life may be duller for an instant's blaze._x000D__x000D_Life's an affair of instants spun to years,_x000D__x000D_Instants are only cause of all these tears.

All ye that pass by!_x000D__x000D_While we least think it he prepares his Mate._x000D__x000D_Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases,_x000D__x000D_Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.

On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street,_x000D__x000D_The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet,_x000D__x000D_With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea_x000D__x000D_And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.