Quotes
Quotes about Men
It is an inexorable Law of Nature that bad must follow good, that decline must follow a rise. To feel that we can rest on our achievements is a dangerous fallacy. Inner strength can overcome anything that occurs outside. Patanjali (c. 1st to 3rd century BC) -I Ching (B.C.1150?).
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
Alcohol is a very necessary article . . . . It enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning.
Listening to both sides does not necessarily bring about a correct judgment.
Deep heart listening and speaking your truth generates an exhilarating "heart talk" frequency. "Heart talk" is care in action and builds friendship. As you learn to see everyone as your friend, and not as an enemy, you release judgments. Just keep your heart open to them as you speak your truth. -Sara Paddison.
Doubt yourself and you doubt everything you see. Judge yourself and you see judges everywhere. But if you listen to the sound of your own voice, you can rise above doubt and judgment. And you can see forever. -Nancy Kerrigan.
The greatest compliment that was ever paid me was when one asked me what I thought, and attended to my answer. -Henry David Thoreau.
An essential part of true listening is the discipline of bracketing, the temporary giving up or setting aside of one's own prejudices, frames of reference and desires so as to experience as far as possible the speaker's world from the inside, step in inside his or her shoes. This unification of speaker and listener is actually and extension and enlargement of ourselves, and new knowledge is always gained from this. Moreover, since true listening involves bracketing, a setting aside of the self, it also temporarily involves a total acceptance of the other. Sensing this acceptance, the speaker will fell less and less vulnerable and more and more inclined to open up the inner recesses of his or her mind to the listener. As this happens, speaker and listener begin to appreciate each other more and more, and the duet dance of love is begun again. -M. Scott Peck.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
Time the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges the patrimony of literature to its possessor.
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.
. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
One learns little more about a man from his feats of literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal.
They castrate the books of other men in order that with the fat of their works they may lard their own lean volumes.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
In our day the conventional element in literature is elaborately disguised by a law of copyright pretending that every work of art is an invention distinctive enough to be patented.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great, / The pen is mightier than the sword.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
Woe to him who teaches men faster than they can learn.
Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much away, so knowledge sort of accumulates...
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations to come.
You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries... - Melting Pot, The.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is oneâone for all men and for all occupations.
