A Quote by William Powell

Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances. — © William Powell
Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.
A few heart-whole, sincere, and energetic men and women can do more in a year than a mob in a century.
I don't have friends, I have thousands of acquaintances. No friends. I figured I had a wife and children.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
There is an old proverb to the effect that 'all those who open their mouths, close their eyes!' The purpose of silence and solitude is to be able to see and hear. Control rather than no noise is the key to silence. James saw clearly that the person who could control his tounge is perfect (James 3:1-12). Under the Discipline of silence and solitude we learn when to speak and when to refrain from speaking.
The ideal life is that which has few friends, but many acquaintances.
Although I have always loved the noise of laughter, I really can't fear the coming of quiet. As for funerals, I rather like them. Such nice things are always said about the deceased, I feel sad that they had to miss hearing it all by just a few days.
Reality is self-defined as the mob, any mob, writes its own history, never to be contradicted by the quiet statement of truth.
At times I think I actually hate Hollywood. I have many acquaintances there, but few friends.
Because sometimes there's more worth in silence than noise. Sometimes everything you need to know is contained in that small quiet space. Sometimes we get so caught up in distraction and noise and seeking other people's approval we forget the quiet seed of truth that lives in our hearts. But just because we fail to tune in to it, doesn't mean it's not there.
I would so much rather have a few of good friends than a lot of fake friends.
A few times in my life I've had moments of clarity where the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think.
Solitude. It is way underrated in our world of writing. We stay busy. We act busy. We thrive on busy. The truth is there is a lot of beauty that lives in the solitude. Quiet is not the enemy. Quiet is necessary for brains to not self-destruct.
We may have many acquaintances, but we can have but few friends; this made Aristotle say that he that hath many friends hath none.
I would be the last to condemn the thousands of sincere and dedicated people outside the churches who have labored unselfishly through various humanitarian movements to cure the world of social evils, for I would rather a man be a committed humanist than an uncommitted Christian.
As for solitude, I cannot understand how certain people seek to lay claim to intellectual stature, nobility of soul and strength of character, yet have not the slightest feeling for seclusion; for solitude, I maintain, when joined with a quiet contemplation of nature, a serene and conscious faith in creation and the Creator, and a few vexations from outside is the only school for a mind of lofty endowment.
In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.
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