Quotes
Quotes about Man
Happy man be his dole!
A man of my kidney.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
Who is here so base that would be a bondman?
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
The foremost man of all this world.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,--
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
