Quotes on Men

A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company

Few men during their lifetime come anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling within them. There are deep wells of strength that are never used.

If someday they say of me that in my work I have contributed something to the welfare and happiness of my fellow man, I shall be satisfied.

The wise man in the storm prays God not for safety from danger but for deliverance from fear. It is the storm within which endangers him[,] not the storm without.

I hold the precepts of Jesus as delivered by Himself, to be the most pure, benevolent and sublime which have ever been preached to man.

Christianity does not think of man finally submitting to the power of God, it thinks of Him as finally surrendering to the love of God. It is not that man's will is crushed, but that man's heart is broken.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.

A man must be orthodox upon most things, or he will never even have time to preach his own heresy.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?

I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.

A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Every moment dies a man,_x000D_ _x000D_ Every moment one is born.

Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works_x000D_ _x000D_ Must yield at length to Time.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.

It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.

History is the myth, the true myth, of man's fall made manifest in time.

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.