Quotes
Quotes about Man
The energies of our system will decay; the glory of the sun will be dimmed, and the earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish.
For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.
We twain
Discussed with buoyant hearts
The various things that appertain
To bibliomaniac arts.
? John Bartlett, compEngland's sun was slowly setting o'er the hill-tops far away,
Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day;
And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,--
He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;
He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,
Struggled to keep back the murmur, "Curfew must not ring to-night."
He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,
He provideth a kindness for many generations,
And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.
? John Bartlett, compAfter all there is but one race--humanity.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
The vilest deeds like poison-weeds
Bloom well in prison-air:
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate
And the Warder is Despair.
A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.
The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.
No man is justified in doing evil on the ground of expediency.
A man who is good enough to shed his blood for his country is good enough to be given a square deal afterward. More than that no man is entitled to, and less than that no man shall have.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say:
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away."
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high, we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
? John Bartlett, compNo man can feel himself alone
The while he bravely stands
Between the best friends ever known
His two good, honest hands.
Though life is made up of mere bubbles,
'T is better than many aver,
For while we've a whole lot of troubles,
The most of them never occur.
You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorn. You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,
Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?
Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,
Thou little heart?
? John Bartlett, compWhene'er I walk the public ways,
How many poor that lack ablution
Do probe my heart with pensive gaze,
And beg a trivial contribution!
The work of the world must still be done,
And minds are many though truth be one.
The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend
As a man and a woman that plight
Their troth in the warm spring night.
There are worser ills to face
Than foemen in the fray;
And many a man has fought because--
He feared to run away.
Hark, below, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!
