The man who lets himself be bored is even more contemptible than the bore.
Boredom is a vital problem for the moralist, since at least half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.
A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.
The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races: the men who borrow, and the men who lend.
Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
A man can never quite understand a boy, even when he has been a boy.
Of all wild beasts, the most difficult to manage.
Bragging is not an attractive trait, but let's be honest. A man who catches a big fish doesn't go home through an alley.
The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a pirate.
The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood. [Ger., Zwar der Tapfere nennt sich Herr der Lander Durch sein Eisen, durch sein Blut.]
Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone As when the Organ's music rolls; No gold rewards, but song alone, The deeds of great and noble souls. [Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann, Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang; Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god. [Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans, voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]
The brave man seeks not popular applause, Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause; Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can, Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds). [Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles Urguentur ignotique sacro.]
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck! A man who's not afraid to say his say, Though a whole town's against him.
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together.
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together.
'Tis gold Which buys admittance--oft it doth--yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th' stand o' th' stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.
What, shall one of us, That struck for the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Every man has his price.