Quotations About / On:
I'm a bit of a P.T. Barnum. I make stars out of everyone.
(Donald Trump (b. 1946), U.S. businessman. Quoted in Observer (London, July 7, 1991).
On the women in his life.)
Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moonwe have the stars.
(Casey Robinson, screenwriter. Irving Rapper. Charlotte Vale (Bette Davis), in Now, Voyager (film) (1950).
The movie's title is taken from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass.)
Hollywood is a place where people from Iowa mistake each other for stars.
(Fred Allen (1894-1957), U.S. radio comic. Quoted in No People Like Show People, ch. 8, Maurice Zolotow (1951).)
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Fourth Selection, New York (1987).)
We sit in the mud ... and reach for the stars.
(Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev (1818-1883), Russian author. Narrator, "Enough," ch. 16 (1865).)
A rocket is an experiment; a star is an observation.
(José Bergamín (1895-1983), Spanish writer. El cohete y la estrella (The Rocket and the Star), p. 51, Madrid, Biblioteca de Indice (1923).)
When you wish upon a star your dreams come true.
(Ned Washington (190l-1976), U.S. songwriter. "When You Wish upon a Star," Pinocchio, Bourne Co. (1940).
Music composed by Leigh Harline (1907-1969).)
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
(Georg Büchner (1813-1837), German dramatist, revolutionary. Trans. by Gerhard P. Knapp (1995). Danton's Death, act IV (1835).)
The blue and the gray. Let us march together beneath the star- spangled banner.
(Laurence Stallings (1894-1968), U.S. screenwriter, and John Ford. Judge William Pitman Priest (Charles Winniger), The Sun Shines Bright, as a former Confederate soldier, speaking at the encampment of the town's Union veterans (1953).
Based on stories "The Sun Shines Bright," "The Mob from Massac," "The Lord Provides" by Irwin S. Cobb.)
I teach at Harvard that the world and the heavens, and the stars are all real, but not so damned real, you see.
(Josiah Royce (1855-1916), U.S. philosopher. Letter to William James, May 21, 1888, reporting a conversation with a sea captain. The Letters of Josiah Royce, p. 217, ed. John Clendenning (1970).)