Gary CooperQuotes

Professor Bertram Potts: Sugarpuss, uh, before you go, would you... would you, eh, yum me just once more?

Professor Bertram Potts: [to Sugarpuss] I shall regret the absence of your keen mind. Unfortunately, it is inseparable from an extremely disturbing body.

Professor Bertram Potts: We're working under pressure. After nine years of effort, we are, as the race track enthusiast might say, in the home stretch. Three more years and our encyclopedia will be finished. Let's not bog down in the middle of the letter S.

Beau Geste: [in a letter] Dear Dig:The Blue Water and my blue eyes go so well together that I couldn't resist taking it. I have no intention of sharing the loot, so don't follow me.Beau.

Beau Geste: [about the Blue Water gem] It looks like a piece of sky that has become solid, with sunlight imprisoned in it. Cold sunlight, cold as the unhappiness it has brought so many people.

Claude: We're gonna kill you, Link. That's a promise!

Link Jones: You sound a little shaky, Claude. Are you nervous?

Billie Ellis: What are you lookin at?

Link Jones: Your shoes.

Billie Ellis: [Looking down] My shoes? Oh, that makes this trip worthwhile. You're the first man who's looked at that part of me since I was 14 years old.

Link Jones: [Startled by the train engine] That's the ugliest thing I ever saw in my life!

Sam Beasley: [Sardonically] You never met my ex-wife.

Link Jones: Lassoo's a ghost town, and that's what you are, Dock! You've outlived your kind and outlived your time, and I'm comin to get you!

Link Jones: Don't you talk anymore, Claude? We used to talk, you and me, when we were kids. What happened? Things have kind of gone to hell haven't they? And you're still at it - stealing and killing and running.

Link Jones: There's a point where you either grow up and become a human being or you rot, like that bunch.

Longfellow Deeds: From what I can see, no matter what system of government we have, there will always be leaders and always be followers. It's like the road out in front of my house. It's on a steep hill. Every day I watch the cars climbing up. Some go lickety-split up that hill on high, some have to shift into second, and some sputter and shake and slip back to the bottom again. Same cars, same gasoline, yet some make it and some don't. And I say the fellas who can make the hill on high should stop once in a while and help those who can't. That's all I'm trying to do with this money. Help the fellas who can't make the hill on high. It's like I'm out in a big boat, and I see one fellow in a rowboat who's tired of rowing and wants a free ride, and another fellow who's drowning. Who would you expect me to rescue? Mr. Cedar - who's just tired of rowing and wants a free ride? Or those men out there who are drowning? Any ten year old child will give you the answer to that.

Longfellow Deeds: When the servant comes in, Mr. Hallor, I'm going to ask him to show you to the door. Many people don't know where it is.

Longfellow Deeds: [[Henry David Thoreau|Thoreau] People here are funny. They work so hard at living they forget how to live. Last night, after I left you, I was walking along and - and lookin at the tall buildings, and I got to thinking about what ] said. They created a lot of grand palaces here, but they forgot to create the noblemen to put in them. I'd rather have Mandrake Falls.

Longfellow Deeds: What puzzles me is why people seem to get so much pleasure out of, out of hurting each other? Why don't they try liking each other once in a while?

Longfellow Deeds: [after shaking hands with attorney Cedar] Even his hands are oily.

Alvin C. York: [[God|The Lord; [mysterious] ] sure do move in ] ways.

Alvin C. York: [[France] What we done in ], we had to do. And some as done it, didn't come back, and that kind of thing ain't for buying and selling.

Alvin C. York: [quoting the Bible, in resolving to remain in the U.S. Army, and to fight in the [[w:World War I|Great War; [God] : Therefore, render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and unto ] the things that are God's.

Alvin C. York: [[war; [Homicide|killin'; [The Bible|the book] I ain't a-goin to ]. War's ], and ]'s agin killin! So war is agin the book!

Peter Keating: But it's a humanitarian project. Think of the people who live in slums. If you can give them decent housing, you can perform a noble deed. Would you do it just for their sake?

Howard Roark: No! A man who works for others without payment is a slave! I do not believe that slavery is noble. Not in any form, nor for any purpose, whatsoever!

Ellsworth Toohey: There's the building that should have been yours. There are buildings going up all over the city which are great chances refused and given to incompetent fools. You're walking the streets while they're doing the work that you love but cannot obtain. This city is closed to you. It is I who have done it! Don't you want to know my motive?

Howard Roark: No!

Ellsworth Toohey: I'm fighting you and shall fight you in every way I can.

Howard Roark: You're free to do what you please!

Ellsworth Toohey: Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me in any words you wish.

Howard Roark: But I don't think of you!

Howard Roark: [closing statements in his self-defense in the trial against him] Thousands of years ago the first man discovered how to make fire. He was probably burned at the stake he had taught his brothers to light. But he left them a gift they had not conceived of, and he lifted darkness off the earth. Through out the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision. The great creators, the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors, stood alone against the men of their time. Every new thought was opposed. Every new invention was denounced. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered, and they paid—but they won.

Howard Roark: A building has integrity, just as a man and just as seldom! It must be true to its own idea, have its own form, and serve its own purpose!

Howard Roark: Before you can do things for people, you must be the kind of man who can get things done. But to get things done, you must love the doing, not the people! Your own work, not any possible object of your charity. I'll be glad if men who need it find a better method of living in the house I built, but that's not the motive of my work, nor my reason, nor my reward! My reward, my purpose, my life, is the work itself - my work done my way! Nothing else matters to me!

Howard Roark: I don't build in order to have clients. I have clients in order to build!

Jess Birdwell: I'm just his father, Eliza, not his conscience. A man's life ain't worth a hill of beans except he lives up to his own conscience.