Quotes
Quotes about Man
What's one man's poison, signor,
Is another's meat or drink.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
It is the lot of man but once to die.
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge.
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.
It [angling] deserves commendations;... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
No man can lose what he never had.
Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
It is the best of any;
'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 't is beloved by many.
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
He that imposes an oath makes it,
Not he that for convenience takes it;
Then how can any man be said
To break an oath he never made?
There's but the twinkling of a star
Between a man of peace and war.
The heart of man is the place the Devil's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe.
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
