Quotes About Man

A fool has not stuff enough to make a good man.

The dullness of certain people is sometimes a sufficient security against the attack of an artful man.

Dieu avait chassé l'homme du Paradis terrestre. L'homme aujourd'hui chasse Dieu de toute la terre. A développer. (11 oct. 1909)

Satan is cunning and man is weak, but God rules the heart of his faithful, and does what he will.

The inner life is the whole man, and forms all the worth of man.

Patton wrote in his diary on April 15th, the morning after his departure from II Corps: "War is very simple, direct and ruthless. It takes a simple, direct and ruthless man to wage war." He had no doubt that he was such a man.

History would not be what it is, the record of man's crimes and follies, if logic and decency governed its events and great decisions.

The question was put to him, what hope is and his answer was, The dream of a waking man.

There is no loss-because there is not any Self that can be lost. Whatsoever was, that you have been;- whatsoever is, that you are;- whatsoever will be, that you must become. Personality!- individuality!- the ghosts of a dream in a dream! Life infinite only there is; and all that appears to be is but the thrilling of it, -sun, moon, and stars, -earth, sky, and sea,-and Mind and Man, and Space and Time. All of them are shadows. The shadows come and go;- the Shadow-Maker shapes forever.

Inside a mist, inside a dream, a young man and woman were remade.

He's a man, but he's got, like, cartoon princess skin. Don't ever tell him I said that, even though I mean it in the best possible way. He's got the manliest cartoon princess skin.

He realized that all this time he'd been looking to the Godslayer as a hero, not a man, but that heroes, whatever else they are, are also men - and women - and prey to human troubles just like anybody else.

And I'm a cautionary tale! Look at me. Lazlo did. He saw a soft, stooped creature of a man whose dandelion-fluff hair, beard, and brows encroached upon his face to such a degree that only his sharp little nose and round spectacles showed.

There are places and climates, seasons and hours, with their outward circumstance, so much in harmony with certain impressions of the heart, that Nature and the soul of man appear to be parts of one vast whole.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

It is rather an unpleasant fact, that the ugliest and awkwardest of brute animals have the greatest resemblance to man: the monkey and the bear. The monkey is ugly too (so we think) because he is like man--as the bear is awkward, because the cumbrous action of its huge paws seems to be a preposterous imitation of the motions of human hands. Men and apes are the only animals that have hairs on the under eye-lid. Let kings know this.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

It is well if the good man himself does not feel his devotions a little clouded, those foggy sensuous steams mingling with and polluting the pure altar surface.

It is good reason, that man consisting of two parts, the soul and body, the body only should not take up all, but the soul should be remembered too. Enjoying is the body's part, and well-doing is the soul's; your souls are suitors to you to remember them, that is, to remember well-doing, which is the soul's portion.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

Love potions? For Will Herondale? T'aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that's a fact.

So you're suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? I'm sure the Clave will be ecstatic." "They'll just say you're mad," said Jessamine. "They already think it, so what's the difference, really?

Well," said Clary, after a judicious pause, "I guess you wouldn't have taken advantage of her when she's so grief-stricken and all." Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.