Quotes About Existence

Man has always been his own most vexing problem.

... men as a rule are more preoccupied with the dangers that threaten their life than interested in the biological forces on which they depend for a constructive existence.

Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.

It is for all Men that come into the World once to Die, and after Death the Judgment; and since Death is a Debt that all of us must pay, it is but a matter of small moment what way it be done.

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

Where man is the end, or the means, all men are mean.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.

This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it.

Man is but the place where I stand.

The improvements of ages have had but little influence on the essential laws of man's existence: as our skeletons, probably, are not to be distinguished from those of our ancestors.

We go on dating from Cold Fridays and Great Snows; but a little colder Friday, or greater snow would put a period to man's existence on the globe.

What is man but a mass of thawing clay?

So soon did we, wayfarers, begin to learn that man's life is rounded with the same few facts, the same simple relations everywhere, and it is vain to travel to find it new.

Inexpressibly beautiful appears the recognition by man of the least natural fact, and the allying his life to it.

To the virtuous man, the universe is the only sanctum sanctorum, and the penetralia of the temple are the broad noon of his existence.

Every man starts with all there is. Everything is here-the essence and substance of all there is.

France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

A boy is a piece of existence quite separate from all things else, and deserves separate chapters in the natural history of men.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

The lot of man-to suffer and die.

Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.

We men are wretched things.