His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was always in the right.
‐‐ Abraham Cowley
His father watched him across the gulf of years and pathos which always must divide a father from his son.
‐‐ John Phillips Marquand
His feeling was the name Walt Disney represented all of us. Walt was hanging by his teeth financially and really I think he was for most of his career. Not at all like today.
‐‐ Marc Davis
His finest hour lasted a minute and a half.
‐‐ Phyllis Diller
His foe was folly and his weapon wit.
‐‐ Anthony Hope
His genius he was quite content in one brief sentence to define; Of inspiration one percent, of perspiration, ninety nine.
‐‐ Thomas A. Edison
His hands would plait the priest's guts, if he had no rope, to strangle kings.
‐‐ Denis Diderot
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
‐‐ Elias Canetti
His head was boiled, impaled upon a pole and raised above London Bridge. So ended the life of Thomas More, one of the few Londoners upon whom sainthood has been conferred and the first English layman to be beatified as a martyr.
‐‐ Peter Ackroyd
His head was full of larceny, but his feet were honest.
‐‐ Arthur Baer
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
‐‐ Anne Bronte
His huff arrived and he departed in it.
‐‐ Alexander Woollcott
His ignorance is encyclopedic.
‐‐ Abba Eban
His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.
‐‐ Arthur Conan Doyle
His imagination conceived and bore - worlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it.
‐‐ Algernon H. Blackwood
His insomnia was so bad, he couldn't sleep during office hours.
‐‐ Arthur Baer
His last 2 shows in the U.S. were in Chicago and St. Louis. I don't know what made me go on the trip with him, but I'm so very glad I did. They were two of the finest concerts I've ever seen.
‐‐ Nancy Sinatra
His letter was like the shock produced by a cold bath.
‐‐ Duff Green
His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
‐‐ Robert W. Service
His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.
‐‐ John Lahr
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
‐‐ Robert Burns
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants hall.
‐‐ James M. Barrie
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
‐‐ Edmund Waller
His modesty amounts to deformity.
‐‐ Margot Asquith
His mother should have thrown him out and kept the stork.
‐‐ Mae West
His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.
‐‐ Kingsley Amis
His mouth is for export and his head has no entrance.
‐‐ Douglas Feaver
His music was direct from his heart and brain in the purest form possible.
‐‐ Joshua Logan
His name, Buzz, fits. He can buzz along at 40 miles an hour when his genetic memory moves him.
‐‐ Joe Henderson
His name, even, is part of the marketing scheme, I mean, Thelonious Sphere Monk - how can you think of a better name to fit his style of playing?
‐‐ Matthew Shipp
His name is Michael Jackson, not Super Michael Jackson. He makes mistakes just like all of us.
‐‐ Heavy D
His name is 'Mr. Spock.' And the first view of him can be almost frightening - a face so heavy-lidded and satanic you might almost expect him to have a forked tail. Probably half Martian, he has a slightly reddish complexion and semi-pointed ears.
‐‐ Gene Roddenberry
His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing.
‐‐ Lee Trevino
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
‐‐ Theodore White
His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.
‐‐ J. K. Rowling
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
‐‐ Aeschylus
His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.
‐‐ John Philpot Curran
His struggle for a bare living left him no time to take advantage of the public evening school. In time he learned to read, to follow a conversation or lecture; but he never learned to write correctly; and his pronunciation remains extremely foreign to this day.
‐‐ Mary Antin
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship.
‐‐ Edmund Wilson
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
‐‐ Ernest Hemingway
His tenacity is unmatched in my opinion. Incredible how someone could have suffered that long and come back out of prison with such a good heart and positive things to say and do.
‐‐ Maurice Ashley
His theory was that non-fiction could be as artful as fiction.
‐‐ Gerald Clarke
His track record of pragmatism, depth and candor all speak to a person who would find the Tea Party simplistic, opportunistic and misguided. Reagan was surrounded by some very smart people who gave him very sound advice. They were not wondering where certain countries are on the map.
‐‐ Eugene Jarecki
His unit is in charge of 5,000 homes, and they've only been able to search about 2 percent of them. People are standing on roofs or sticking their hands out of air vents so they can get rescued.
‐‐ Allen Johnson
His venture sounds like a banana peel awaiting its victim.
‐‐ Charlotte Curtis
His very chains helped to deceive him about the harshness of his service.
‐‐ Bruno Bauer
His voice leads us not into timid discipleship but into bold witness.
‐‐ Charles Stanley
His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
‐‐ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Hispanic children now make the largest group of children in poverty.
‐‐ Mario Diaz-Balart