Quotes About Henry

Our earthly loves are but so many silver steps leading us up to the great golden love of God.

Doctrine is nothing but the skin of truth set up and stuffed.

Getting married in 1947 and settling down in Hollywood was the real beginning of my career.

Age, Henry, may a little modify our emotions— it does not destroy them.

All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

The more precious His gift," said Henry, "the more anxious God for its return.

One thing Henry found especially lacking were my descriptions of death. "They read like a eunuch writing about an orgy" is how he put it.

Goodness, Time's rude hand defies, And winter lives when beauty dies.

She amuses you? she repeated. And that is reason for marriage? An excellent one, he agreed. I believe I shall not know a moment's dullness with Henry.

And so Henry's resolve to leave, to disappear somewhere far away from this life that she had ruined so thoroughly, was hardened.

Henry deeply felt the misfortune of being debarred from a liberal education.

recognition. The trial, the presence of the magistrate and witnesses, passed like a dream from my memory, when I saw the lifeless form of Henry Clerval stretched

Extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment of extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial of extraordinary graces.

And if Henry Higgins is not the most reprehensible character ever written for the stage, that's only because somewhere, somehow, someone is composing a musical biography of Ronald Reagan

Many of their lodges remained as perfect as when occupied. They were made of poles two or three inches in diameter, set up in circular form, and covered with cedar bark.

What I've said repeatedly is, 'I think the auto industry is a very important industry.'

My idol has always been Thierry Henry.

At the academy the coaches would show us Arsenal games on TV and my idol was Thierry Henry. He inspired me. That's why I became an Arsenal fan.

Henry rested, possessed of many pills & gin & whiskey. He put up his feet & switched on Schubert, His tranquility lasted five minutes.

My father, Leo Henry Brown, really was talented - he could write. He had a gift, and he had a great, sly humor.

James's expedition to Scotland is wholly imaginary, though there appears to have been space for it during Henry's progress to the North to pay his devotions at Beverley Minster.

As a teacher, as a propagandist, Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal.

On that question Henry kept his opinion to himself. It was all speculation anyway. People were going to do what they were going to do. After a certain age he'd ceased to believe he might influence their lives.

One of Henry's many endearing qualities is his interest in matters that are of interest to me.