Quotes About Existence

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

Never see the face of man till you have seen his face who is our life, our all.

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

The man whom God wills to slay in the struggle of life - he first individualizes.

Man is on earth as in an egg.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

None but a good man is really a living man, and the more good any man does, the more he really lives. All the rest is death, or belongs to it.

But the question is, whether the animals who endure such sufferings of various kinds for the service and entertainment of man, would accept existence upon the terms on which they have it.

A great part of human suffering has its root in the nature of man, and not in that of his institutions.

My identity depended on men for so long. You can be successful and still have the feeling that if you're not with a man you don't exist.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

There are but three events which concern man: birth, life and death. They are unconscious of their birth, they suffer when they die, and they neglect to live.

Man is the being whose project it is to be God.

It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.

If God were not a necessary Being of Himself, He might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.

All animals, except man, know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it - and they do enjoy it as much as man and other circumstances will allow.

Many are the wonders of the world, and none so wonderful as man.

Mathematics is as old as Man.

The apparent man is only a limitation of that Real Man.

Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away.

The men of old breathed clear down to their heels.

Maybe we spend most of our decades being someone else, avoiding ourselves, maybe a man is only himself, his true self, for a few days in his entire life.