Quotes
Quotes about Men
I can't afford affairs. I mean, affairs begin with dinner and wine and candlelight to continue in commodious apartments. I live in one room and sleep in the smell of gasring cookery
There are bad men and good men, it's as simple as that. Greed and malevolence face moderation and decency
I used to have this dream about being called in to save the life of a great man. I've only saved little men, and not too many of these
I was travelling back to the origin of it all, my back turned for the moment to a future I did not care to think about
The war has been a means of bringing out men's goodness. Self-sacrifice, courage, love of comrades
You cannot make moral judgements on things, only on actions
Home. I felt the promise of the prick of tears at the word, sentimental, noble, nostalgic, yearning
There's a limit to the amount of improvement you can make in anything
I recognized myself, somewhat sadly, as being a bookish man, ears pricking at the mention of a book unknown in an unknown language, any book, any language
People would buy books if they were so long that they seemed like a leisure investment for retirement
The linguistic specialist ... is scared of the semantic element in his subject. Phonemes and morphemes cause him no difficulty, but once you start studying meaning you're into culture
The final road is back to the unformed mentality of childhood. Faith and loyalty and duty. Faith cannot move forward to new loyalties and duties
Matrimony is an indissoluble sacrament
Nature ignored or ill-treated has a way of expressing her resentment
A dozen direct censures are easier to bear than one morganatic compliment.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear--not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward, it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the flea!--incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage. Whether you are asleep or awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth to a sucking child; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the very lap of peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam as men who didn't know what fear was, we ought always to add the flea--and put him at the head of the procession.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
It is generally agreed that love is a moral sentiment, a community of thought rather than of sense. If that is the case, this community of thought ought to find expression in words and conversation.
If you deal carelessly with bees you will injure them,and will yourself be injured. And so with men. It cannot be otherwise, because natural love is the fundamental law of human life.
Was never true love loved in vain, For truest love is highest gain. No art can make it: it must spring Where elements are fostering. So in heaven's spot and hour Springs the little native flower, Downward root and upward eye, Shapen by the earth and sky.
What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.
One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper patterns at the right moment.
Correction does much, but encouragement does more. Encouragement after censure is as the sun after a shower.
The difficult part in an argument is not to defend one's opinion, but rather to know it.
Some fellows pay a compliment like they expected a receipt.
