Quotations About / On:
People who act like angels ought to have angels to deal with.
(Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), British novelist. Third edition, London (1751). Lovelace, in Clarissa, vol. 2, p. 177, AMS Press (1990).)
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
(Alexander Pope (1688-1744), British satirical poet. An Essay On Man, epistle 1, l. 126 (1733).)
An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 109-10.
Wooing Katherine of France.)
Man is neither angel nor beast, and the unfortunate thing is that he who would play the angel plays the beast.
(Blaise Pascal (1623-1662), French scientist, philosopher. repr. Encyclopedia Britannica, Chicago (1952). Pensées, no. 358 (1670), trans. J.M. Dent & Sons, London (1931).)
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.
(William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). "A Vision of the Last Judgement," (1810).)
Entertaining angels unawares: It is always we who are to entertain the angels, and never they us. I cannot, however, think that an angel would be a very entertaining person, either as guest or host.
(Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 154, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).)
We are angels with horns.
An angel has no memory.
(Terry Southern (b. 1924), U.S. screenwriter, and Roger Vadim. Pygar (John Philip Law), Barbarella, as he rescues both Barbarella and the evil Black Queenthe film's final line (1968).
Film is based on the comic strip by Jean-Claude Forest.)
I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.
(Wesley Ruggles, U.S. screenwriter. Tira (Mae West), I'm No Angel, description of her reputation (1933).
West once said to an interviewer that this film's story was "all about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.")
He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.
(Raymond Chandler (1888-1959), U.S. author. Philip Marlowe, in Farewell, My Lovely, ch. 1 (1940).
Describing Moose Malloy.)