Oh! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind: When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the…

- Robert Montgomery

Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

- Robert Montgomery

Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o'erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime... But mourn the i…

- Robert Montgomery

Obviously my own work comes from a conceptual art tradition, but I love the graffiti artists, and I feel spiritually closer to them than to most cont…

- Robert Montgomery

I'm not avoiding your question on my relationship to the fashion world or my work being shown in a fashion setting. My work's most often seen in the …

- Robert Montgomery

And Thou, vast Ocean! on whole awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.

- Robert Montgomery

Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream…

- Robert Montgomery

My advice to you concerning applause is this: enjoy it but never quite believe it

- Robert Montgomery

How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there.

- Robert Montgomery