Quotes About Arthur

that my stories were slightly involved. To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote

I had always known that vengeance would be sweet, but I had never hoped for the contentment of soul which now possessed me.

We must hurry up, for I want to go to Halle's concert to hear Norman Neruda this afternoon.

The confession of Herbert de Lernac, now lying under sentence of death at Marseilles, has thrown a light upon one of the most inexplicable crimes of the century — an incident which is, I believe, absolutely unprecedented in the criminal annals of any country.

Populus me sibilat, at mihi plaudo Ipse domi simul ac nummos contemplar in arca

there are no frontiers where the realm of science ends and that of art begins, and the uomo universale of the Renaissance was a citizen of both.

In the ring this had always brought him considerable applause, but he had learned to his regret that in the class struggle the double Nelson was not done.

knowing smile on his face: What's this mischief here?

Now remember what the angel Raphael said to the boy Tobias. Remember it. 'Do that which is good,and no harm shall come to thee.

No man only needs a little salary.

What ideology, I wondered, was not based on a principled denial of the facts?

Belief is like love: it cannot be compelled; and as any attempt to compel love produces hate, so it is the attempt to compel belief which first produces real unbelief.

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.

My father was not prone to worship, but he worshiped Arthur Sulzberger.

Marilyn, for her part, focused on what was driving Arthur away. She spoke of the monster inside her. By that she seems to have meant the rage that was in sharp contrast to the shyness and sweetness she tended to project. In the beginning, Marilyn said, Arthur had perceived her as a victim, beautiful and innocent. She tried to be those things for him. When inevitably the monster disclosed itself, Miller was shocked and disappointed. He started to pull back.

When good King Arthur reigned, there lived near the Land's End of England, in the county of Cornwall, a farmer who had one only son called Jack. He was brisk and of a ready lively wit, so that nobody or nothing could worst him.

It really is impossible not to like him. His success was his failure.

Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species—if separate species we be—for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world. If we knew what we are, we should do as Sir Arthur Jermyn did; and Arthur Jermyn soaked himself in oil and set fire to his clothing one night.

My father, Arthur, was a fishmonger, first at Billingsgate market and later in Camden Town and Golders Green.

The noble history of the Sangreal, and of the most renowned Christian king… King Arthur.

So now I shall write the tale's ending with my sword beside me and I shall hope that I am given time to finish this tale of Arthur, my Lord, who was betrayed, reviled and, after his departure, missed like no other man was ever missed in all of Britain's history.

That man is my Arthur, a great warlord and a hero who fought against impossible odds to such effect that even fifteen hundred years later his enemies love and revere his memory.

Nimue paused a long time. I think she sensed the truth of Britain before any of us, before even Merlin and certainly long before Arthur

There was an air of enjoyment about Arthur, something in his face radiated a happiness that embraced you in its aura. I noticed then, and ever after, how men and women became more cheerful when Arthur was in their company.