Quotes
Quotes about Man
A refined simplicity is the characteristic of all high bred deportment, in every country, and a considerate humanity should be the aim of all beneath it
Simplicity is an acquired taste. Mankind, left free, instinctively complicates life.
Jesus saw a man use his hand to cup water from a stream and Jesus threw away his cup. Jesus saw a woman comb her hair with her fingers and Jesus threw away his last possession: his comb. from The Islamic Jesus.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind. With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have even lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor. -Henry David Thoreau.
But, said as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasts of it, is a devil.
Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave.
So many laws argues so many sins.
. . . it is the very nature of sin to prevent man from meditating on spiritual things. . .
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins.
Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two months together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.
Never till then so many thunderbolts from cloudless skies. (Bolt from the blue.) [Lat., Non alias caelo ceciderunt plura sereno.]
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame.
God knows I loved my niece, And she is dead, slandered to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man indeed As I dare take a serpent by the tongue. Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!
Slanders are like flies, that pass all over a man's good parts to light on his sores.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave.
The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer, that man is my master, let me call him what I will.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.
The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every man is free who breathes it.
