Quotes
Quotes about Men
Men might be better if we better deemed
Of them. The worst way to improve the world
Is to condemn it.
Most joyful let the Poet be;
It is through him that all men see.
My highway is unfeatured air,
My consorts are the sleepless stars,
And men my giant arms upbear--
My arms unstained and free from scars.
This was the truest warrior
That ever buckled sword;
This the most gifted poet
That ever breathed a word;
And never earth's philosopher
Traced with his golden pen
On the deathless page truths half so sage
As he wrote down for men.
Men must work, and women must weep.
And there's little to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar is moaning.
Certain winds will make men's temper bad.
Inclination snatches arguments
To make indulgence seem judicious choice.
Men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.
He could see naught but vanity in beauty
And naught but weakness in a fond caress
And pitied men whose views of Christian duty
Allowed indulgence in such foolishness.
God give us men. The time demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and willing hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And dam his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking.
Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
Ez fer war, I call it murder,--
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that.
.......
An' you've gut to git up airly
Ef you want to take in God.
It ain't by princerples nor men
My preudent course is steadied;
I scent which pays the best, an' then
Go into it baldheaded.
To say why gals acts so or so,
Or don't, 'ould be persumin';
Mebby to mean yes an' say no
Comes nateral to women.
What men call treasure and the Gods call dross.
Here was a type of the true elder race,
And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.
In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion,--emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.
