John Masefield

1878 - 1967

A Quote by John Edward Masefield on life

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Life is a long headache in a noisy street.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on common sense and poetry

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

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on generosity and praise

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.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on life

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In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Source: Sea Fever, 1902, st. 3

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on birds

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

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Source: The West Wind, 1902

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on life and work

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What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Source: Sonnets, 14

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on babies, birth, children, christ, earth, heaven, home, and joy

And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Source: The Everlasting Mercy

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on death

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Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Source: Pompey the Great

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on happiness

The hours that make us happy make us wise.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

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A Quote by John Edward Masefield on community and poetry

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.

John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

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