Quotes
Quotes about Men
If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.
Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.
The bomb that fell on Hiroshima fell on America too. It fell on no city, no munition plants, no docks. It erased no church, vaporized no public buildings, reduced no man to his atomic elements. But it fell, it fell.
Our common Father and Deliverer, to whose prudence, wisdom and valour we owe our Peace, Liberty and Safety, now leads and directs in the great councils of the nation . . . and now we celebrate an independent Government--an original Constitution! an independent Legislature, at the head of which we this day celebrate, The Father of his Country--We celebrate Washington! We celebrate an independent Empire!
Simple and brave, his faith awoke Ploughmen to struggle with their fate; Armies won battles when he spoke, And out of Chaos sprang the state.
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen.
That name descending with all time, spreading over the whole earth, and uttered in all the languages belonging to all tribes and races of men, will forever be pronounced with affectionate gratitude by everyone in whose breast there shall arise an aspiration for human rights and liberty.
Washington--a fixed star in the firmament of great names, shining without twinkling or obscuration, with clear, beneficent light.
Everyone should keep a mental wastepaper basket, and the older he grows, the more things will he promptly consign to it.
Till taught by pain, Men really know not what good water's worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth, Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, You'd wish yourself where Truth is--in a well.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step in repairing our loss.
The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss.
I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.
For wealth, without contentment, climbs a hill, To feel those tempests which fly over ditches.
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
Common sense among men of fortune is rare. [Lat., Rarus enim ferme sunsus communis in illa Fortuna.]
It is easy at any moment to resign the possession of a great fortune; to acquire it is difficult and arduous. [Lat., Facile est momento quo quis velit, cedere possessione magnae fortunae; facere et parare eam, difficile atque arduum est.]
But wealth is a great means of refinement; and it is a security for gentleness, since it removes disturbing anxieties. - Ik Marvel (pseudonym of Donald G. Mitchell),
Riches, the incentives to evil, are dug out of the earth. [Lat., Effodiuntur opes irritamenta malorum.]
Embarrassment of riches. [Fr., Embarras des richesse.]
Here's a toast to your new bride who has everything a girl could want in her life, except for good taste in men!
