Paul Gallico's Quotes

If there is any larceny in a man, golf will bring it out.

Kittens can happen to anyone.

Nobody's a natural. You work to get good and then work to get better. It's hard to stay on top.

No game in the world is as tidy and dramatically neat as baseball, with cause and effect, crime and punishment, motive and result, so cleanly defined.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle.

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

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world.

If Romeo and Juliet make a tragedy of it nowadays, they have only to blame their own mismanagement, for the world is with them as it has never been before, and all sensible fathers and mothers know it.

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.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

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.

It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.

Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.

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

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and each religion has its own book of martyrs.

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.

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.

It is curious how, from time immemorial, man seems to have associated the idea of evil with beauty, shrunk from it with a sort of ghostly fear, while, at the same time drawn to it by force of its hypnotic attraction.

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.

More and more the world is growing to love a lover, and one has only to read the newspapers to see how sympathetic are the times to any generous and adventurous display of the passions.