Quotes
Quotes about Man
See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear.
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard: Where human folly sleeps.
Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.
No man was ever great without divine inspiration. [Lat., Nemo vir magnus aliquo afflatu divino unquam fuit.]
The great man who thinks greatly of himself, is not diminishing that greatness in heaping fuel on his fire.
So let his name through Europe ring! A man of mean estate, Who dies as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great.
Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.
No really great man ever thought himself so. - William Hazlitt,
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead. [Lat., Urit enim fulgore suo qui praegravat artes Intra se positas; extinctus amabitur idem.]
The great man is the man who can get himself made and who will get himself made out of anything he finds at hand.
A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.
There is a great man who makes every man feel small. But the real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.
Man is only truly great when he acts from the passions.
Great and good are seldom the same man.
Nobody can say a word against Greek: it stamps a man at once as an educated gentlemen.
The most pitiful human ailment is a birdseed heart.
The covetous man pines in plenty, like Tantalus up to the chin in water, and yet thirsty.
The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved? [Lat., Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tam cari capitis?]
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received. [Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Great, good, and just, could I but rate My grief with thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again; But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
