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No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
— Man
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
Manhood begins when we have in any way made truce with Necessity; begins even when we have surrendered to Necessity, as the most part only do; but begins joyfully and hopefully only when we have reconciled ourselves to Necessity; and thus, in reality, triumphed over it, and felt that in Necessity we are free.
The male standard for hot dog excellence is color and difficulty, not gracefulness, smoothness, continuity. The way hot dog contests are judged now, The women are competing in a Mr. America contests with male judges.
Men do not stumble over mountains, but over molehills
A man is not really a true man until he owns his own home, and they that own their homes are made more honorable and honest and pure, true and economical and careful, by owning the home.
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems,And is not ere to-morrow's sun go down.
Man is a ribald—Man’s a rake, Man is Nature’s sole mistake!
Plato had defined Man as an animal, biped and featherless, and was applauded. Diogenes plucked a fowl and brought it into the lecture-room with the words, "Behold Plato's man!"
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
At all times man approached his surroundings with wide open senses and a fertile intelligence, at all times he made incredible discoveries, at all times we can learn from his ideas.
Lords of humankind.
We are coming we, the young men, Give us Men! Give us Men!
Man is a make believe animal—he is never so truly himself as when he is acting a part.
What tho' the spicy breezesAnd only man is vile?
But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
It does not belong to man who is walking even to direct his step.
Where soil is, men grow,Whether to weeds or flowers.
Man has come by his great gifts not by any effort of his own, but... has fallen heir to a fortune for which he has never laboured.
There is a great deal of human nature in man.
As a natural historian according to the principles of science, up to the present time I have been not been able to discover any character by which man can be distinguished from the ape; for there are somewhere apes which are less hairy than man, erect in position, going just like him on two feet, and recalling the human species by the use they make of their hands and feet, to such an extent, that the less educated travellers have given them out as a kind of man.
I demand of you, and of the whole world, that you show me a generic character—one that is according to generally accepted principles of classification, by which to distinguish between Man and Ape. I myself most assuredly know of none. ...But, if I had called man an ape, or vice versa, I should have fallen under the ban of all the ecclesiastics. It may be that as a naturalist I ought to have done so.
A man of mark.
No particular man is necessary to the state. We may depend on it that, if we provide the country with popular institutions, those institutions will provide it with great men.
In a museum in London there is an exhibit called "The Value of Man": a long coffinlike box with lots of compartments where they've put starch—phosphorus—flour—bottles of water and alcohol—and big pieces of gelatin. I am a man like that.
We all are blind until we seeThe builder also grows.
Most men – not just the men in Brentwood – are scared of powerful women with brains. There’s something in a man that makes him want to have power over a woman – whether it’s in the bedroom or because they earn more money. It boosts their egos.
But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so,His majesty in full lustre.
T'is but a Tent where takes his one day's rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest.
Man is no thing, but a drama... Man, in a word, has no nature; what he has is... history.
So man, who here seems principal alone,'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;The glory, jest and riddle of the world!
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And, yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling, you seem to say so.
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Give me that manAs I do thee.
What is a man,Be but to sleep and feed?
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forthAnd then he falls, as I do.
Men that makeDare bite the best.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
The foremost man of all this world.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
A proper man as one shall see in a summer's day.
Are you good men and true?
Why, he's a man of wax.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
For men, like butterflies,Show not their mealy wings but to the summer.
Every man is odd.
Nietzsche … he was a confirmed Life Force worshipper. It was he who raked up the Superman, who is as old as Prometheus; and the 20th century will run after this newest of the old crazes when it gets tired of the world, the flesh, and your humble servant.
Man is of soul and body, formed for deedsOf high resolve; on fancy's boldest wing.
But man is above all a social and political animal; his relations with his fellow human beings form his most absorbing and important interest.
Man's wretched state,That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
A man's body and his mind, with the utmost reverence to both I speak it, are exactly like a jerkin and a jerkin's lining;—rumple the one,—you rumple the other.
For, indeed, while we were still weak, Christ died for ungodly men at the appointed time. For hardly would anyone die for a righteous man; though perhaps for a good man someone may dare to die. But God recommends his own love to us in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
However, the spiritual man examines all things, but he himself is not examined by any man.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,Who can rule and dare not lie.
A man is made by the quality of his enemies.
Mankind which began in a cave and behind a windbreak will end in the disease-soaked ruins of a slum.
It must have required enormous effort for man to overcome his natural tendency to live like the animals in a continual present. Moreover, the development of rational thought actually seems to have impeded man's appreciation for the significance of time. ...Belief that the ultimate reality is timeless is deeply rooted in human thinking, and the origin of rational investigation of the world was the search for permanent factors that lie behind the ever-changing pattern of events.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,How passing wonder He, who made him such!
Ah! how unjust to nature, and himself,Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.
Because both man and woman have roles indispensable for life, without them the world cannot endure even a day. Their capabilities are about the same, but men are generally stronger than women. If a strong man fights a woman he will always win.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Man only,—rash, refined, presumptuous Man—For Faith and Fetters, Laws and Priests and Kings.
Ye children of man! whose life is a spanSickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supplyAnd souls are ripened in our northern sky.
All sorts and conditions of men.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave.
A man's a man for a' that!
A prince can mak a belted knight, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,The man's the gowd for a' that.
Man,—whose heaven-erected face Makes countless thousands mourn!
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
Lord of himself;—that heritage of woe!
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,To sink or soar.
Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan.
And say without our hopes, without our fears,Oh! what were man?—a world without a sun.
To lead, or brass, or some such badWorth, than the metal held before.
Charms and a man I sing, to wit—a most superior person, Myself, who bear the fitting name of George Nathaniel Curzon.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame:And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
A self-made man? Yes—and worships his creator.
I am made all things to all men.
The first man is of the earth, earthy.
An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin,Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
But strive still to be a man before your mother.
A sacred spark created by his breath, Oppressed, but not subdued, by mortal cares.
Men are but children of a larger growth,And full of cravings too, and full as vain.
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
How dull, and how insensible a beastIs man, who yet would lord it o'er the rest.
There is no Theam more plentiful to scan,Then is the glorious goodly Frame of Man.
Men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.
A man is the whole encyclopedia of facts. The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn, and Egypt, Greece, Rome, Gaul, Britain, America, lie folded already in the first man.
Man is his own star, and the soul that canCommands all light.
Aye, think! since time and life began, Only because you toiled and wept.
Stood I, O Nature! man alone in thee,Then were it worth one's while a man to be.
A king may spille, a king may save;And of a knave a lorde also.
What though the spicy breezes And only man is vile.
Man is all symmetrie, And both with moons and tides.
Man is one world, and hathAnother to attend him.
God give us men. A time like this demandsMen who love honor, men who cannot lie.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—They fall successive; and successive rise.
Forget the brother and resume the man.
The fool of fate, thy manufacture, man.
Man dwells apart, though not alone, For lack of listeners are not said.
Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.
Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.
The only competition worthy a wise man is with himself.
Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.
Though I've belted you and flayed you,You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
If you can keep your head when all about youAnd—which is more—you'll be a man, my son!
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.
As man; false man, smiling destructive man.
The hearts of men are their books; events are their tutors; great actions are their eloquence.
A man! A man! My kingdom for a man!
The mould is lost wherein was made This a per se of all.
I teach you beyond Man [Uebermensch; overman-superman]. Man is something that shall be surpassed. What have you done to surpass him?
Man's the bad child of the universe.
What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe!
Man is the plumeless genus of bipeds, birds are the plumed.
A minister, but still a man.
No more was seen the human form divine.
So, if unprejudiced you scanThat tells his being what's o'clock.
Man is the measure of all things.
Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.
Man is man's A, B, C. There's none that canRead God aright, unless he first spell man.
A man after his own heart.
Thou art the man.
Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count, ne'er made a man.
Give us a man of God's own mould Abraham Lincoln, give us a Man.
Titles of honour are like the impressions on coin—which add no value to gold and silver, but only render brass current.
When I beheld this I sighed, and said within myself, Surely man is a Broomstick!
Man is man, and master of his fate.
Silver is the king's stamp; man God's stamp, and a woman is man's stamp; we are not current till we pass from one man to another.
I am an acme of things accomplished, and I am encloser of things to be.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!
I weigh the man, not his title: 'tis not the king's inscription can make the metal better or heavier.
The older I grow — and I now stand upon the brink of eternity — the more comes back to me that sentence in the Catechism which I learned when a child, and the fuller and deeper its meaning becomes, "What is the chief end of man? To glorify God and enjoy Him forever."
In that vast march, the van forgets the rear; the individual is lost; and yet the multitude is many individuals. He faints and falls and dies; man is forgotten; but still mankind move on, still worlds revolve, and the will of God is done in earth and heaven.
Man is the crowning of history and the realization of poetry, the free and living bond which unites all nature to that God who created it for Himself.
Let us not undervalue the dignity of human nature. Man. although fallen, still retains some traces of his primeval glory and excellence — broken columns of a celestial temple, magnificent, even in its ruins.
Man has wants deeper than can be supplied by wealth or nature or domestic affections. His great relations are to his God and to eternity.
But if, indeed, there be a nobler life in us than in these strangely moving atoms; if, indeed, there is an eternal difference between the fire which inhabits them, and that which animates us,— it must be shown, by each of us in his appointed place, not merely in the patience, but in the activity of our hope, not merely by our desire, but our labor, for the time when the dust of the generations of men shall be confirmed for foun: dations of the gates of the city of God.
The Divine government of the world is like a stream that rolls under us; men are only as bubbles that rise on its surface; some are brighter and larger, and sparkle longer in the sun than others; but all must break; whilst the mighty current rolls on in its wonted majesty!
Who is wise? He that learns from every One. Who is powerful? He that governs his Passions. Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.
Men are men before they are lawyers, or physicians, or merchants, or manufacturers; and if you make them capable and sensible men, they will make themselves capable and sensible lawyers or physicians.
Man, created to God's image and likeness (Gen. 1:26–27), is not just flesh and blood. The sexual instinct is not all that he has. Man is also, and pre-eminently, intelligent and free; and thanks to these powers he is, and must remain, superior to the rest of creation; they give him mastery over his physical, psychological and affective appetites.
A great man left a watchword that we can well repeat: "There is no indispensable man".
When I die, my epitaph or whatever you call those signs on gravestones is going to read: "I joked about every prominent man of my time, but I never met a man I dident like". I am so proud of that I can hardly wait to die so it can be carved. And when you come to my grave you will find me sitting there, proudly reading it.
The awareness that we are all human beings together has become lost in war and through politics.
Every man will be a poet if he can; otherwise a philosopher or man of science. This proves the superiority of the poet.
Let each man think himself an act of God.His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
See the sun set in the hand of the man.
Man!Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
The precious porcelain of human clay.
