Petrie Rogers Gallery Quotes & Sayings

A man should remind himself that an object of faith is not scientifically demonstrable, lest presuming to demonstrate what is of faith, he should produce inconclusive reasons and offer occasion for unbelievers to scoff at a faith based on such ground. — Thomas Aquinas

The climb will go. Get rid of the rope. It's only distracting you. — Jeff Lowe

Other women cloy/The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry/Where most she satisfies. — Ian McEwan

I'm not tired of who I am. That would be sad! — Diane Von Furstenberg

Companies are very, very good - better than consumers themselves - at knowing what consumers are actually craving. — Charles Duhigg

Most of us have felt barriers between ourselves and our fathers and had thought that going it alone was part of what it meant to be a man. We tried to get close to our children when we became fathers, and yet the business of practicing masculinity kept getting in the way. We men have begun to talk about that. — Frank Pittman

Be a self-starter. Do it now! When you don't know how to do something, start. Beware of the paralysis of analysis. Be a person of action. — Mamie McCullough

We tend to forget that words are, themselves, ideas. They might be called ideas in a state of suspended animation. When the words are mastered the ideas tend to come alive again. — James Webb Young

I guess subconsciously that all the great people you work with have an influence on you. — Eric Bana

I live close to Hampstead Heath, so when I do have spare time, I like to raise my white blood cell count with a swim in the men's pond. It's an ambition of mine to swim in the ponds on every day of the year. — Bertie Carvel

Why should I live my whole life where I don't want to be. [it's a good point - pretty hard to argue with that sort of logic really isn't it! — Terry Goodkind

The Luxembourg is within five minutes' walk of the rue Notre Dame des Champs, and there he sat under the shadow of a winged god, and there he had sat for an hour, poking holes in the dust and watching the steps which lead from the northern terrace to the fountain. The sun hung, a purple globe, above the misty hills of Meudon. Long streamers of clouds touched with rose swept low on the western sky, and the dome of the distant Invalides burned like an opal through the haze. Behind the Palace the smoke from a high chimney mounted straight into the air, purple until it crossed the sun, where it changed to a bar of smouldering fire. High above the darkening foliage of the chestnuts the twin towers of St. Sulpice rose, an ever-deepening silhouette. — Robert W. Chambers