Quotes About Man

la elección de la salvación del hombre es la obra especial de Dios, el Padre, que la expiación, mediación e intercesión, son la obra especial de Dios, el Hijo y que la santificación es la obra especial de Dios, el Espíritu Santo.

There couldn't be too many bars in the world, I thought, where a man acted out a scene from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel when he wanted an Amstel Light.

All this searching and longing for the secret of being a good man, and all I needed to do was follow the example of one very good woman.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man." —WILLIAM BLAKE, PROVERBS OF HELL

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." —Ernest Hemingway

The most oft-repeated quote about Cooke, uttered behind his back, of course, came from Hearn: "He's the only man I've ever known," Chick would say, "who would like to die in his own arms.

The planet is man's; he has bent it to his will and made it his to enjoy; his to develop, and his to destroy.

Be blessed in the name of man. And if any god deny you for this, I will deny that god.

but he was a careful man who never let thoughts about the future interfere with present business.

I would think of him most vividly in that single flashing instant when he whirled to shoot Fletcher on the balcony at Grafton's saloon. I would see again the power and grace of coordinate force beautiful beyond comprehension. I would see the man and the weapon wedded in one indivisible deadliness. I would see the man and the tool, a good man and a good tool, doing what had to be done

I still love you," Aaron says softly, "I wish I can just turn it off, or that it would have faded away. I wish I could say I'm not the same man I was when you left me, that I've changed. But I am who I am, Caitlin. And all the magic in the world wouldn't change that.

Sure, we sparkled and glittered and flew through the world, but it was only an illusion of flight. We were trapped in the orbit of a man who was no longer truly there.

How shall the love of God be understood by those who have been nurtured in sight only of the greed of man?

Man masters nature not by force but by understanding. This is why science has succeeded where magic failed: because it has looked for no spell to cast over nature.

Dissent is the native activity of the scientist, and it has got him into a good deal of trouble in the last years. But if that is cut off, what is left will not be a scientist. And I doubt whether it will be a man.

The world can only be grasped by action, not by contemplation. The hand is the cutting edge of man.

And when we describe it as I shall do, it becomes plain that imagination is a specifically human gift. To imagine is the characteristic act, not of the poet's mind, or the painter's, or the scientist's, but of the mind of man.

Knowledge requires that what we believe is true and that we can justify our belief that it is true. In this way, the pursuit of knowledge resembles the work of police detectives: it's not enough to get the right man, you also must have the evidence.

They drummed you out of Hollywood, so you come crawling back to Broadway. But Broadway doesn't go for booze and dope. Now get out of my way, I've got a man waiting for me.

The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.

God loved the flowers and invented soil. Man loved the flowers and invented vases.

The primary element in any civilization is a stable relation between man and his environment. When man becomes the plaything of abstract decisions, a civilization can no longer be created.

The tool enables man to conquer. But, man, dost thou not know there is no more victory which is thy victory? The victory of our days belongs to the tool.

A major section of modern art and poetry unconsciously guides us in the direction of madness; and, indeed, for the modern man there is no other way. Only madness is inaccessible to the machine.