Honorary Doctorate Quotes

Don't be afraid to make an ass of yourself. I do it all the time, and look what I got." (Spoken at a graduation ceremony while holding aloft an honorary doctoral degree from McGill University)

If there were honorary degrees for assholes, he’d be a doctor of everything,” Lily said.

I have to think of all the possibilities, doctor. Even a crime of passion is possible.’ ‘Passion?’ the doctor smiled. ‘I am an Englishman.

The president, the secretary of state, the businessman, the preacher, the vendor, the spies, the clients and managers—all walking around Wall Street like chickens with their heads cut off—rushing to escape bankruptcy—plotting to melt down the Statue of Liberty—to press more copper pennies—to breed more headless chickens—to put more feathers in their caps—medals, diplomas, stock certificates, honorary doctorates—eggs and eggs of headless chickens—multitaskers—system hackers—who never know where they’re heading--northward, backward, eastward, forward, and never homeward—(where is home)—home is in the head—(but the head is cut off)—and the nest is full of banking forms and Easter eggs with coins inside. Beheaded chickens, how do you breed chickens with their heads cut off? By teaching them how to bankrupt creativity.

Woolf turned her back on a number of tokens of her rising eminence in the 1930s, including an offer of the Companion of Honour award, an invitation from Cambridge University to give the Clark lectures, and honorary doctorate degrees from Manchester University and Liverpool University. ‘It is an utterly corrupt society,’ she wrote in her diary, ‘. . . & I will take nothing that it can give me

I thought he was in love with me,” Nancy said petulantly. “I truly did.” Jane let out an exasperated breath. “You knew he’d been disinherited. Didn’t that give you some pause?” “Yes, but…well…he told me it was all that girl’s fault. That she’d let him on and spun a tale to deceive his father and---” She grimaced. “I suppose that was all lies.” “To say the least,” Dom muttered. More and more, he began to see why Jane had defended the woman. Because she realized just how dim-witted her cousin could be about men. “You said you went to York to see a doctor about the baby,” Jane propped. “Why not just use the doctor you’ve always used?” He had to admit that Jane was rather good at the interrogation part. Perhaps the “honorary Duke’s Man” thing wasn’t so far-fetched after all. Nancy thrust out her chin. “He would have gone straight to Dom with the news. I wanted…someone unrelated to the family.” Jane’s eyes narrowed on her. “But why not ask me to take you before I left? I can see why you didn’t want to involve Dom, given the sticky nature of the situation, but I wouldn’t have told him, and I could probably have found you a doctor.” “Yes, but…well…” “You also wanted to see Samuel,” Dom said cynically. “And you could hardly do that with Jane around to disapprove.” Nancy shrugged feebly. “I figured I would already be in York to see a doctor, anyway. And Samuel had asked me to marry him. What would be the harm in it?” Jane glanced at Dom and rolled her eyes heavenward. It made him wonder how often she’d had to deal with such nonsense from her cousin in the past.

unburden himself was Mario Foligni, self-styled Count of San Francisco with an honorary doctorate in Theology.

The self or ego is like an honorary diploma. It may hold the title of master or doctorate but it is in fact weightless and is actually “doctored” perception and a “master” of disguise, nothing more.

Doctor, as in “an apple a day”? Or one of those guys who’s got an honorary title for staying in college too long?

The University of Breslau notified Johannes Brahms that he would receive an honorary doctorate in philosophy. Though he originally planned to write a handwritten note of acknowledgment, a friend convinced him protocol required him to write a musical offering. Thus, he wrote Academic Festival Overture, an irreverent compilation of student drinking songs.