Robert Montgomery Quotes

#1. Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o'erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime ... But mourn the inward wreck we feel As hoary years depart, And Time's effacing fingers steal Young feelings from the heart!

Robert Montgomery

#2. Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

Robert Montgomery

#3. My advice to you concerning applause is this: enjoy it but never quite believe it

Robert Montgomery

#4. Oh! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind: When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the throne of heaven, the heart Is mellow'd, and the shadows that becloud Our state of darken'd being, glide away; ...

Robert Montgomery

#5. A universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind!

Robert Montgomery

#6. And Thou, vast Ocean! on whole awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.

Robert Montgomery

#7. And now, Though haply mellow'd by correcting time, I thank thee, Heaven! that the bereaving world Hath not diminish'd the subliming hopes Of youth, in manhood's more imposing cares ...

Robert Montgomery

#8. A moment is a mighty thing
Beyond the soul's imagination;
For in it, though we trace it not,
How much there crowds of varied lot
How much of life, life cannot see,
Darts onward to eternity!

Robert Montgomery

#9. So we said to ourselves, if we can remove antibodies from someone who's in the middle of a terrible rejection, and save those kidneys, then we should be able to remove them before surgery

Robert Montgomery

#10. The soul aspiring pants its source to mount,As streams meander level with their fount.

Robert Montgomery

#11. How sublime Upon a time-blanch'd cliff to muse, and, while The eagle glories in a sea of air, To mingle with the scene around! - Survey The sun-warm heaven ...

Robert Montgomery

#12. How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days! ... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there; ...

Robert Montgomery

#13. And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace, By breezes lull'd, or by the storm-blasts driv'n, Thy majesty uplifts the mind to heaven.

Robert Montgomery

#14. I'm not avoiding your question on my relationship to the fashion world or my work being shown in a fashion setting. My work's most often seen in the streets on billboards. I don't know if it being seen in a shop is any much different.

Robert Montgomery

#15. Are you really listening ... or are you just waiting for your turn to talk?

Robert Montgomery

#16. There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away,
And sleep at night, without a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.

Robert Montgomery

#17. And there is London!
England's heart and soul. By the proud flowing of her famous Thames, She circulates through countless lands and isles Her greatness; gloriously she rules, At once the awe and sceptre of the world.

Robert Montgomery

#18. Free healthcare and free and equal education and peace are about the only things I passionately believe in, and I think if you don't believe in those but you go to church on Sunday then that's hypocris.

Robert Montgomery

#19. The solitary monk who shook the world
From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump
Thunder' d its challenge from his dauntless lips
In peals of truth.

Robert Montgomery

#20. The flood will lift the ghosts from the Hollywood lawn cemetery and they will disappear like ether in the now dead air. All the names will be erased from the billboards and the theatres and the piers and the magazines and the monuments. You live by myths of immortality, and your myths are not safe.

Robert Montgomery

#21. Earth, air, and ocean, glorious three.

Robert Montgomery

#22. Are there not hours of an immortal birth, - Bright visitations from a purer sphere, That cannot live in language? Is there not A mood of glory, when the mind attuned To heaven, can out of dreams create her worlds? -

Robert Montgomery

#23. As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity, ...

Robert Montgomery