If all mankind were suddenly to practice honesty, many thousands of people would be sure to starve.
That each pull'd different ways with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both.
When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.
The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes than he who distrusts them.
Never trust a man who speaks well of everybody.
The diversity of the phenomena of nature is so great, and the treasures hidden in the heavens so rich, precisely in order that the human mind shall never be lacking in fresh nourishment.
. . . how man evolved with such an incredible reservoir of talent and such fantastic diversity isn't completely understood . . . he knows so little and has nothing to measure himself against.
The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.
And after hearing what our Church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to curb, Than by disputes the public peace disturb; For points obscure are of small use to learn, But common quiet is mankind's concern.
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!
"Orthodoxy, my Lord,: said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper,-- "orthodoxy is my doxy,--heterodoxy is another man's doxy."
And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree.
We are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog--come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman--mind your eye! Over the table,--look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved together.
Gentlemen of the Jury: The one, absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. - George Graham Vest, Eulogy on the Dog,
How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
To his dog, every man is Napolean, hence the constant popularity of dogs.
Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe, we are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.
The dog has got more fun out of man than man has got out of the dog, for man is the more laughable of the two animals.
It's no coincidence that man's best friend cannot talk.
Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job.
Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. What puts man in a higher state of evolution is that he has got his laugh on the right end.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
A weak man has doubts before a decision; a strong man has them afterwards.