Quotes
Quotes about Man
The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.
My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved to have his merits handsomely allowed.
If the man who turnips cries
Cry not when his father dies,
'T is a proof that he had rather
Have a turnip than his father.
The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public.
As with my hat upon my head
I walk'd along the Strand,
I there did meet another man
With his hat in his hand.
The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!"
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
These little things are great to little man.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
