Quotes
Quotes about Man
Custom governs the world; it is the tyrant of our feelings and our manners and rules the world with the hand of a despot.
Custom is the principle magistrate of man's life.
A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.
A cynic is a man who looks at the world with a monocle in his mind's eye.
It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.
The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.
A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
Yun daisyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte.
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy and sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.
And then he danced;--all foreigners excel The serious Angles in the eloquence Of pantomime;--he danced, I say right well, With emphasis, and also with good sense-- A thing in footing indispensable: He danced without theatrical pretence, Not like a ballet-master in the van Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.
Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon. Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego Your future claims to each fantastic toe! Waltz--Waltz alone--both legs and arms demands, Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands.
No Sane man will dance.
What! the girl I adore by another embraced? What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste? What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee? What! panting recline on another than me? Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue, From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew; What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu!
To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet.
There is danger when a man throws his tongue into high gear before he gets his brain a-going.
The mere apprehension of a coming evil has put many into a situation of the utmost danger.
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.
The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light.
