Quotes
Quotes about Man
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence depend on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and dignity to life.
An Englishman thinks he is moral when he is only uncomfortable.
What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit the weaknesses of those who are unable to help themselves and then to fasten some moral superscription upon it. This I loathe so much that I cannot conceivably explain how much it is.
A man can do what he ought to do; and when he says he cannot, it is because he will not.
Morality is the best of all devices for leading mankind by the nose.
I think it's unethical to take money for poor quality performance.
Good manners and good morals are sworn friends and fast allies.
A man can do what he ought to do; and when he says he cannot, it is because he will not.
Every man, in his own opinion, forms an exception to the ordinary rules of morality.
Morality is the theory that every h uman act must be either right or wrong, and that 99 % of them are wrong.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool, Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty, chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve, In all the magnanimity of thought; Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal, All men think all men mortal but themselves.
Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing, Dost murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about, In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing, And tell how little our large veins would bleed, Would we but yield them to thy bitter need.
A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.
They say man rules the universe, That subject shore and main Kneel down and bless the empery Of his majestic reign; But a sovereign, gentler, mightier, Man from his throne has hurled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
That it should come to this, But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month-- Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman-- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she-- O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopped; But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.
The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion against the existing law is the saddling of the right to a child with the obligation to become the servant of a man.
The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
They say that man is mighty, He governs land and sea, He wields a mighty scepter O'er lesser powers that be; But a mightier power and stronger Man from his throne has hurled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.
Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
Over the hills, and over the main, To Flanders, Portugal, or Spain; The Queen commands, and we'll obey, Over the hills and far away.
What is the voice of strange command Calling you still, as friend calls friend, With love that cannot brook delay, To rise and follow the ways that wend Over the hills and far away.
