Will Rogers
Will Rogers
William Penn Adair "Will" Rogerswas an American cowboy, vaudeville performer, humorist, newspaper columnist, social commentator, and stage and motion picture actor...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth4 November 1879
CountryUnited States of America
inspirational blame persons
The only person who cannot be helped is that person who blames others.
again constantly everyday improve opportunity stage thinking ways
On the stage you get an opportunity to do that again every night, so your constantly thinking of ways to improve and everyday your a different person.
chance movies
Those differences are what color the performance, but in the movies you don't get a chance to rehearse.
hurt clients problem
It is the client who knows what hurts, what directions to go, what problems are crucial, what experiences have been deeply buried.
real focus goes-on
Learning of all kinds goes on best, lasts best, and tends to lead itself on more when it grows out of a real focus of interest in the learner.
hurt lying errors
It is better to be divided by truth than to be united in error. It is better to speak the truth that hurts and then heals, than falsehood that comforts and then kills. It is better to be hated for telling the truth than to be loved for telling a lie. It is better to stand alone with the truth, than to be wrong with a multitude. It is better to ultimately succeed with the truth than to temporarily succeed with a lie. There is only one Gospel.
real people different
The only reality I can possibly know is the world as I perceive it at this moment. The only reality you can possibly know is the world as you see it at this moment. And the only certainty is that those perceived realities are different. There are as many “real worlds” as there are people!
real islands bridges
Each person is an island unto himself, in a very real sense; and he can only build bridges to other islands if he is first of all willing to be himself and permitted to be himself.
real eye thinking
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me".
There aren't any millionaires that I know of in this park, at least not in our organization. We're all pretty ordinary.
reading men fleas
A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
echoes youth birth
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?
running art morning
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
twilight games play
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.