Cecil B. DeMille > Quotes

“Creativity is a drug I cannot live without.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“Now, public libraries are most admirable institutions, but they have one irritating custom. They want their books back.”
― Cecil B. DeMille, The Autobiography of Cecil B. Demille

“It is impossible for us to break the law. We can only break ourselves against the law.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“Our modern world defined God as a ‘religious complex’ and laughed at the Ten Commandments as OLD FASHIONED. Then, through the laughter came the shattering thunder of the World War. And now a blood-drenched, bitter world — no longer laughing — cries for a way out. There is but one way out. It existed before it was engraven upon Tablets of Stone. It will exist when stone has crumbled. The Ten Commandments are not rules to obey as a personal favor to God. They are the fundamental principles without which mankind cannot live together. They are not laws — they are The Law.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“We cannot break the Ten Commandments. We can only break ourselves against them—or else, by keeping them, rise through them to the fulness of freedom under God. God means us to be free. With divine daring, he gave us the power of choice.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“The person who makes a success of living is the one who sees his goal steadily and aims for it unswervingly. That is dedication. ”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“I might have remembered what my father once wrote to Henry George, "I never do anything by halves, and am half hearted in no cause that I embrace.”
― Cecil B. DeMille, The Autobiography of Cecil B. Demille

“God gave us free agency, and then gave us the commandments to keep us free.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“We cannot break the Ten Commandments. We can only break ourselves against them.”
― Cecil B. DeMille

“Only twice in my nearly fifty years of friendship with David Belasco did he ever disappoint me; and I am glad that experience came early. When I was perhaps seven or eight years old, he promised me, many months before my birthday, that he would give me a pony. What boy would nurse that promise to his bosom for any number of months? When the 12th of August dawned, I was downstairs early, I think before anyone else was up. I looked out at the barnyard. No pony. I waited all day. No pony. I said nothing. No pony. There were other presents, of course, and all the other excitement of a small boy’s birthday: but underneath it I was having my very first experience of a forgotten promise.”
― Cecil B. DeMille, The Autobiography of Cecil B. Demille