Quotes
Quotes about Men
Variety is the mother of Enjoyment.
Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circumstances are the creatures of men.
The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth: let us hope that the heritage of old age is not despair.
With words we govern men.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day, and the race a life.
The world is wearied of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into politicians.
You know who critics are?--the men who have failed in literature and art.
"As for that," said Waldenshare, "sensible men are all of the same religion." "Pray, what is that?" inquired the Prince. "Sensible men never tell."
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we;
Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers--
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful to the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other a sea;--
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!
My country is the world; my countrymen are mankind.
The compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.
With reasonable men, I will reason; with humane men I will plead; but to tyrants I will give no quarter, nor waste arguments where they will certainly be lost.
You can not possibly have a broader basis for any government than that which includes all the people, with all their rights in their hands, and with an equal power to maintain their rights.
As an egg, when broken, never
Can be mended, but must ever
Be the same crushed egg for ever--
So shall this dark heart of mine!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Talk not of wasted affection! affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls.
He is a little chimney and heated hot in a moment.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
