Quotes About Reflection

There are three kinds of men: those who are preceded by their shadow, those who are pursued by it, and those who have never seen the sun.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.

Every man who will not have softening of the heart must at last have softening of the brain

if a man would make his world large, he must be always making himself small.

Man is at his tallest when he bows.

If a man does not talk to himself, it is because he is not worth talking to.

Art is the signature of man.

We all make mistakes, probably the man most often.

Man, sometimes God really sucks.

I never wanted to be a man. I feel sorry for them.

Books represent the accumulated workings of the human mind, the endless treasures of man's thoughts.

I'm at a point in my life where I have three kids. I'm a father, and you start to take stock and measure yourself as a man and see where there's room for growth.

I've always been the kind of woman who had a man in her life even when he was the wrong man.

A man descending is propelled by inertia; the only initiative left him is whether or not he decides to enjoy the passing scene.

Experience is a poor guide to man, and is seldom followed. What really teaches a man is not experience, but observation.

The age, you know. A man can be wiser and wiser, and a woman is older and older.

Do I think I'm a holy man? Sometimes.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

A man of sense may be in haste, but can never be in a hurry.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

Nothing is truer in a sense than a funeral oration: It tells precisely what the dead man should have been.