Quotes
Quotes about Man
That when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire.
Every woman should marry--and no man.
The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers--
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As "fail."
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame--to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
My country is the world; my countrymen are mankind.
With reasonable men, I will reason; with humane men I will plead; but to tyrants I will give no quarter, nor waste arguments where they will certainly be lost.
Wherever there is a human being, I see God-given rights inherent in that being, whatever may be the sex or complexion.
Many mellow Cydonian suckets
Sweet apples, anthosmial, divine,
From the ruby-rimmed beryline buckets
Star-gemmed, lily-shaped, hyaline;
Like the sweet golden goblet found growing
On the wild emerald cucumber-tree,
Rich, brilliant, like chrysophrase glowing
Was my beautiful Rosalie Lee.
We have lived and loved together
Through many changing years;
We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears.
O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
Standing with reluctant feet
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!
Sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts,
Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals and forts.
As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other.
It is the fate of a woman
Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
His form was ponderous and his step was slow;
There never was so wise a man before;
He seemed the incarnate "I told you so."
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
When faith is lost, when honor dies
The man is dead!
Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
