C. L. Gray Quotes
One of the best years of my life was the very last one of my career. Playing for Rangers was my dream and it meant everything to my family.
Faith in order, which is the basis of science, cannot reasonably be separated from faith in an Ordainer, which is the basis of religion.
Your candor is worth everything to your cause. It is refreshing to find a person with a new theory who frankly confesses that he finds difficulties, insurmountable, at least for the present.
I am sufficiently convinced already that the members of a profession know their own calling better than anyone else can know it.
Wake in the deepest dark of night and hear the driving rain. Reach out a hand and take a paw and go to sleep again.
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.
For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it.
It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.
An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.
The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.
But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.
Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.
I don't think anybody should read anything except for fun because you won't learn anything unless you enjoy it.
It remains to consider what attitude thoughtful men and Christian believers should take respecting them, and how they stand related to beliefs of another order.
Natural selection is not the wind which propels the vessel, but the rudder which, by friction, now on this side and now on that, shapes the course.
Philosophers have a long tradition of marrying stupid women, from Socrates on. They think it clever.
We have no problems, only situations. Not all problems have solutions, but all situations have outcomes.
If I was an exceptional human being in Detroit, then I saw no reason why I couldn't be an exceptional human being in Mississippi. In Hattiesburg.
Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
The common denominator of success is in forming the habit of doing the things that failures don't like to do.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.
The insect-youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon!
The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry.
And then there is the magnificent Thierry Henry - someone who has blistering pace and is unbelievable when he is finishing at his best.
Yes, it is true that there are times when you do wonder if things are worth it but usually those moments pass as soon as they have come.
This substance, which is manifold in its forms and protean in its transformations, has, in its state of living matter, one physiological name which has become familiar, that of protoplasm.
No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
I consulted a therapist at Mass. General. After about 20 minutes, he stopped me and said, 'You're just a big existential garbage pail. Go home and relax.'
I'm fanatical about sport: there seems to me something almost religious about the fact that human beings can organise play, the spirit of play.
I understood once I held a baby in my arms, why some people have the need to keep having them.
As to Bell's talking telegraph, it only creates interest in scientific circles, and, as a toy it is beautiful; but ... its commercial value will be limited.
I coach church planters to look at the ethnic diversity of schools and neighborhoods they are near. This will be an indicator how ethnically diverse their congregation can become.
