Quotes About Man

Right! There are plots. Your beauty! Oh, ten thousand curses on 't! How long have I beheld the devil in crystal! Thou hast led me, like an heathen sacrifice, With music, and with fatal yokes of flowers, To my eternal ruin. Woman to man Is either a god, or a wolf.

There's but three furies found in spacious hell, But in a great man's breast three thousand dwell

Here comes Bosola, The only court-gall; yet I observe his railing Is not for simple love of piety: Indeed, he rails at those things which he wants; Would be as lecherous, covetous, or proud, Bloody, or envious, as any man, If he had means to be so.

What a strange creature is a laughing fool, As if a man were created to no use But only to show his teeth.

There's nothing of so infinite vexation as man's own thoughts

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted man Hath drowned himself in't.

O that I were a man, or that I had power To execute my apprehended wishes! I would whip some with scorpions.

The laughter of a man is the contentment of God.

The readiest way which God takes to draw a man to himself is, to afflict him in that he loves most, and with good reason; and to cause this affliction to arise from some good action done with a single eye; because nothing can more clearly show him the emptiness of what is most lovely and desirable in all the world.

Absolute perfection belongs not to man, nor to angels, but to God alone.

He felt himself at last beginning to be a teacher, which is simply a man to whom his book is true, to whom is given a dignity of art that has little to do with his foolishness or weakness or inadequacy as a man.

Indeed, all of our past education will in some ways hinder us; for our habits of thinking about the nature of experience have determined our own expectations as radically as the habits of medieval man determined his.

Perhaps you were right after all, my dear Nicolaus; perhaps there is but one god. But if that is true, you have misnamed him. He is Accident, and his priest is man, and that priest's only victim must be at last himself, his poor divided self.

He felt himself at last beginning to be a teacher, which was simply a man to whom his book is true, to whom is given a dignity of art that has little to do with his foolishness or weakness or inadequacy as a man. It was a knowledge of which he could not speak, but one which changed him, once he had it, so that no one could mistake its presence.

The possibility has occurred to me that the proper condition of man, which is to say that condition in which he is most admirable, may not be that prosperity, peace, and harmony which I labored to give to Rome." He has founded his empire, in other words, on a misconception.

He is Accident, and his priest is man, and that priest's only victim must be at last himself, his poor divided self.

He is a man like any other… he will become what he will become, out of the force of his person and the accident of his fate.

In temperate countries, where man had succeeded in putting most forms of nature save his own under a reasonable degree of restraint, the status of the triffid was thus made quite clear. But in the tropics, particularly in the dense forest areas, they quickly became a scourge.

I don't think it had ever occurred to me that man's supremacy is not primarily due to his brain, as most of the books would have one think. It is due to the brain's capacity to make use of the information conveyed to it by a narrow band of visible light rays.

Evolution is more about the condition of the heart of a man who does not want to acknowledge God than it is about the facts.

What was that?" He smiled, the wind catching his braids. "A teaching tool." "For children." Rafe shook his head. "For a quiet man, you can sure make someone froth at the mouth." Prest grinned.

Driving like a man is one of her few foibles.

Suicide," Balliol said softly. "Another wretched man." "Another wretched girl," I corrected.

The splendid discontent of God With Chaos, made the world; And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs.