Providence sees to it that no man gets happiness out of crime.
Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.
In prehistoric times, mankind often had only two choices in crisis situations: fight or flee. In modern times, humor offers us a third alternative; fight, flee - or laugh.
A leader or a man of action in a crisis almost always acts subconsciously and then thinks of the reasons for his action.
Man is not imprisoned by habit. Great changes in him can be wrought by crisis--once that crisis can be recognized and understood.
The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few things for which he cares sufficiently; but he is willing, in great crises, to give even his life--knowing that under certain conditions it is not worth-while to live.
A man must serve his time to every trade Save censure--critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote, With just enough of learning to misquote; A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault; A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet; Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit; Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
As soon Seek roses in December--ice in June, Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics.
All who (like him) have writ ill plays before, For they, like thieves, condemned, are hangman made, To execute the members of their trade.
Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, And crying havoc on the slug and snail. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
It is cruelty to be humane to rebels, and humanity is cruelty. [Fr., Contre les rebelles c'est cruante que d'estre humain, et humanite d'estre cruel.]
It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives.
Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.
Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
And you, enchantment, Worthy enough a herdsman--yea, him too, That makes himself, but for our honor therein, Unworthy thee-if ever henceforth thou These rural latches to his entrance open, Or hoop his body more with thy embraces, I will devise a death as cruel for thee As thou art tender to't.
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
When a man's dog turns against him it is time for a wife to pack her trunk and go home to mama.
A man should live if only to satisfy his curiosity.
The first and simplest emotion which we discover in the human mind, is curiosity.