Quotes About Man

Comprendió que el empeño de modelar la materia incoherente y vertiginosa de que se componen los sueños es el más arduo que puede acometer un varón

And then the two basic ideals of modern man- without them he is unthinkable- the idea of free personality and the idea of life as sacrafice

The ancient world was settled so sparsely that nature was not yet eclipsed by man. Nature hit you in the eye so plainly and grabbed you so fiercely and so tangibly by the scruff of the neck that perhaps it really was still full of gods.

And therefore the exaltation of man over the rest of nature, the fashionable fussing over and worshipping of man, never appealed to them. Such false principles of social life, turned into politics, seemed to them pathetically homemade and remained incomprehensible.

Still, taking the good with the bad, chivalry, like Christianity, had a healthy effect upon Western man.

I do not believe our gentleman Boy Scout should obsess about combat. I do think he ought to be concerned about combat readiness. A man, however hard he works for peace, must always be ready for war.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chop-sticks, as to try to interest me, about the lesser carnivora, when I know of what is before me.

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me; I am in fear -- in awful fear -- and there is no escape for me; I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of...

Van Helsing strode forward, and took his hand, looking him straight in the eyes as he said, A brave man's blood is the best thing on this earth when a woman is in trouble. You're a man and no mistake. Well, the devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door

Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

How well the man reasoned; lunatics always do within their own scope. I wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only one.

As he went down the wall, lizard fashion, I wished I had a gun or some lethal weapon, that I might destroy him. But I fear that no weapon wrought along by man's hand would have any effect on him.

Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o'-the-wisp to man.

Byron!" exclaimed the little man. "Really? Dear me! Mad, and a friend of Lord Byron!" He sounded as if he did not know which was worse.

Hush, sir!" whispered the man, "Your voice. It is too loud. You will wake him up!" "Wake him up? Who?" "The man under the hedge, sir. He is a magician. Did you never hear that if you wake a magician before his time, you risk bringing his dreams out of his head into the world?" "And who knows what horrors he is dreaming of!" agreed another man, in a whisper.

Sir Walter took this to mean he had not –which Sir Walter was glad of, for Sir Walter thought a great deal of a man's having a profession and believed that useful, steady occupation might cure many things which other remedies could not.

The little man was all smiling acquiescence.

It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is stale, flat and unprofitable; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.

La verdadera escritura se encuentra en otro lugar, en las profundidades, en el núcleo del fuego de la tierra, en el corazón, en las tinieblas del hombre. Procede y se mantiene en equilibrio entre esos dos extremos. Por eso cansa, agota, daña la salud.

He sported this style in the early war years. Years of uncertainty. When he didn't know if the war was right when it could be said he didn't always know which side he was on not because he was a stupid man but because it was sometimes not 2 different sides at all but one great side surging toward something beyond either Northern or Southern.

Are you really dating Rick Addison?" the darkest-haired of the girls, Emma, asked. "I am." "Awesome." "Pause the game, Haley," Livia instructed. "We need to pay Sam, and then she's going to help get Anatomy Man back." Great. Now she could rob piggy banks. "You don't need to pay me. We'll call it a family courtesy.

The man's a twit." "I love when you get all British." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm always all British