Quotes
Quotes about Men
Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter.
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies--alas! how soon he dies!
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
I am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people from vice.
Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen.
Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy.
Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world.
I have found you an argument; I am not obliged to find you an understanding.
Hunting was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours?
Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur.
Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
Ah, tell them they are men!
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,--
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,--the floating bulwark of our island.
In the first days
Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
