Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers and can call them all by their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. (Henry IV)
Names Quotes
“Sir Jasper Finch-Farrowmere?” said Wilfred. “finch-farrowmere,” corrected the visitor, his sensitive ear detecting the capital letters.
I make it a practice to avoid hating anyone. If someone’s been guilty of despicable actions, especially toward me, I try to forget him. I used to follow a practice – somewhat contrived, I admit – to write the man’s name on a piece of scrap paper, drop it into the lowest drawer of my […]
I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and dead institutions.
He with holds his name. At the hotel, he is hardly willing to whisper it to the clerk at the book-office. If he gives you his private address on a card it is like an avowal of friendship; and his bearing, on being introduced, is cold, even though he is seeking your acquaintance, and is […]
I stayed in London till I had become acquainted with all the styles of face in the street, and till I had found the suburbs and then straggling houses on each end of the city. Then I took a cab, left my farewell cards, and came home. I saw Alison, Thackeray, Cobden, Tennyson, Bailey, Marston, […]
A signature always reveals a man’s character – and sometimes even his name.
You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you’re finished, you’ll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird… So let’s look at the bird and see what it’s doing – that’s what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and […]
In Marengo County during the first half of the twentieth century, the name ‘Abernathy’ meant integrity, responsibility, generosity, and religious commitment and it came to mean that largely through the life and testimony of the “black” Abernathys… So I feel no shame in going by a last name to which my father and mother brought […]
Lyricist Ira Gershwin’s shy and self-effacing nature is perfectly illustrated by a story conductor-composer John Green, an old Gershwin friend, tells: We were six couples having cocktails with Ira and his wife, Leonore. Ira phones a posh Hollywood restaurant for dinner reservations. Then he returned to the group. “No luck,” Ira said resignedly. “They’re all […]
