Quotes
Quotes about Men
Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him.
Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak.
Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles.
And I oft have heard defended,--
Little said is soonest mended.
For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
Words are women, deeds are men.
It [angling] deserves commendations;... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
Angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so.
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it."
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
As if religion was intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no.
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon 't.
The assembled souls of all that men held wise.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.
There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.
Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support,
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
In vision beatific.
