Quotes

You can never conquer the mountain. You can only conquer yourself.

James Whittaker

Misanthropes need people; without a steady supply, the misanthrope cannot fully apply his art.

Polly Whitney

One of my primary objects is to form the tools so the tools themselves shall fashion the work and give to every part its just proportion.

Eli Whitney

The mayor proposes to renege on his signed word for the second time.

Steve Whitney

She was dressed in a peignoir of beige lace with a blonde wig above false eyelashes-a kind of Mt Rushmore of the cosmetician's art.

Dwight Whitney

Craig R. Whitney

Unknown

A city of private lives, led in quiet resignation.

Unknown

To be fair is not enough any more. We must be ferociously fair.

John Hay Whitney

The role we can play every day, if we try, is to take the whole experience of every day and shape it to involve American man. It is our job to interest him in his community and to give his ideas the excitement they should have.

John Hay Whitney

I have no regrets, real regrets about any darn thing... I think second-guessing one's self and your life is the most futile thing in the world.

James Whitmore

I certainly wasn't the idol of millions. I just happened to get good parts. And so I wasn't worried... because I could see these character parts stretching on into the, you know, dim days of the future.

James Whitmore

Yes! Boys are all weird. Every one of them is weird. Yuck!

Mae Whitman

I have to get three hours of school everyday. Then we film the scenes over and over. Between takes I like to play around with the other kids.

Mae Whitman

I am a kitten lover! And one of the reasons I liked doing ONE FINE DAY was because they had lots of kittens. I got to carry little, tiny baby kittens all over New York.

Mae Whitman

Clooney, He's a very good kidder and pulls pranks.

Mae Whitman

Aliens were big and ugly- I thought they were cool!

Mae Whitman

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

Sarah Helen Power Whitman

The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Sarah Helen Power Whitman

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

Sarah Helen Power Whitman

Anyone who thinks that they are too small to make a difference has never tried to fall asleep with a mosquito in the room.

Christie Todd Whitman