It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries. John Masefield More Quotes by John Masefield More Quotes From John Masefield 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. John Masefield soul mother giving 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. John Masefield hate ignorance beautiful 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. John Masefield stars lonely sea The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes. John Masefield design practice mistake Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low. John Masefield leadership success men I have seen flowers come in stony places John Masefield horse flower men To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes. John Masefield great-change has-beens life My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. John Masefield sail leading-me white The days that make us happy make us wise John Masefield wise happiness Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable. John Masefield imagination mind art It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils. John Masefield land eye wind All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by. John Masefield sailing stars sea So shall I fight, so shall I tread, John Masefield stars struggle war Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road. John Masefield sky blue heaven Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable. John Masefield imagination mind men 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 generosity may men Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. John Masefield wine home sweet 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 home baby children God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays. John Masefield prayer heart men I have seen the Lady April bringing John Masefield april rain spring
