Quotes About Man

Yonder come little David With his rock and sling I don't wanna meet him, He's a dangerous man. —"Sit Down Servant" (Traditional)

Some people had a way of colonizing spaces, adapting them to form sanctuaries for themselves. Quayle was such a man. Billy took a seat

I felt about the city as I felt about the house in Scarborough : it was a place where the past was alive in the present, where a man could find a place for himself as long as he understood the fact that he was a link in the chain, for a man cut off from his past was a man adrift in the present.

For a lifetime was but a moment in that place, and each man dreams his own heaven. And in the darkness David closed his eyes, as all that was lost was found again.

God has placed clear limits on Man's intelligence, but none on his stupidity.

I could be listening to Painted Red weave the stories of the saints in her rich roomy voice, and beginning to see how all those stories were in some way one story: a simple story about being alive, and being a man; a story that, simple as it was, couldn't itself be told.

Bugs would eat the wax. Chaw the old canvas. And one day there will be a mutation, and we will have new ones that can digest concrete, dissolve steel and suck up the acid puddles, fatten on magic plastics, lick their slow way through glass. Then the cities will tumble and man will be chased back into the sea from which he came...

The question that preoccupied the Fathers was not to know if God existed or not - the existence of God was a "given" for nearly all men of this period, Christians or pagans. The question which tormented entire generations was rather: *how* he existed. And such a question had direct consequences as much for the Church as for man, since both were considered as 'images of God'.

Nature is the mother and the habitat of man, even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.

To write good history is the noblest work of man.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

That subtle knot which makes us man:So must pure lovers' souls descendT' affections, and to faculties,Which sense may reach and apprehend,Else a great Prince in prison lies.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

At one blood labors to beget, Spirits as like as it can, Because such figures need to knit, that subtle knot which makes us man.

O miserable condition of man, which is not imprinted by God, who, as he is immortal himself, had put a coal, a beam of immortality into us, which we might have blown into a flame, but blew it by our first sin; we beggared ourselves by hearkening after falses riches, and infatuated ourselves by hearkening after false knowledge.

The World is a great Volume, and man the Index of that Booke; even in the Body of Man, you may turne to the whole world.

man is so little, in respect of the greatest man, as the greatest in respect of God; for here, in that, we have not so much as a measure to try it by; proportion is no measure for infinity.

Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

I am as free as Nature first made man,Ere the base laws of servitude began,When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,In order to their stations leap,And Music's power obey.From harmony, from heavenly harmony,This universal frame began:From harmony to harmonyThrough all the compass of the notes it ran,The diapason closing full in Man.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

I love you, and I promise you I will support any reasonable endeavor you ever embark upon. But we are talking about twenty-five thousand dollars. Twenty-five thousand. And you have proven yourself to be a good man and a good son. But right now, you are a very poor investment.

Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.