Quotes
Quotes about Man
Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future, making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this is humanly possible.
A great many of us must move from words to acts - from words of dissent to acts of disobedience.
Obedience alone gives the right to command.
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
A few observations and much reasoning lead to error; many observations and a little reasoning lead to truth.
As a man is, so he sees.
All of us are watchers--of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway--but few are observers. Everyone is looking, not many are seeing.
Every man who observes vigilantly and resolves steadfastly grows unconsciously into genius.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.
Courage and perseverance have a magical talisman, before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish into air.
As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.
The search after the great men is the dream of youth, and the most serious occupation of manhood.
Writing books is certainly a most unpleasant occupation. It is lonesome, unsanitary, and maddening. Many authors go crazy.
I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends, to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Let a man practise the profession he best knows. [Lat., Quam quisque novit artem, in hac se exerceat.]
The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore.
And I have loved them, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like shy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers. . . . . And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene nor never shall bee.
As the saying is, So many heades, so many wittes.
Every man has a right to his opinion, but no man has a right to be wrong in his facts.
