Men Quotes

Ship of the line is the most honourable thing that man, as a gregarious animal, has ever produced.

That man is always happy who is in the presence of something which he cannot know to the full, which he is always going on to know.

The man who says to one, go, and he goeth, and to another, come, and he cometh, has, in most cases, more sense of restraint and difficulty than the man who obeys him.

The art of nations is to be accumulative, just as science and history are; the work of living men not superseding, but building itself upon the work of the past.

In order that a man may be happy, it is necessary that he should not only be capable of his work, but a good judge of his work.

They are the weakest-minded and the hardest-hearted men that most love change.

Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them—in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures.

In old times men used their powers of painting to show the objects of faith, in later times they use the objects of faith to show their powers of painting.

Race is precisely of as much consequence in man as it is in any animal.

God intends no man to live in this world without working, but it seems to me no less evident that He intends every man to be happy in his work.

... no human actions ever were intended by the Maker of men to be guided by balances of expediency, but by balances of justice.

To watch the corn grow, and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray, — these are the things that make men happy.

Science studies the relations of things to each other: but art studies only their relations to man.

All great art is the expression of man's delight in God's work, not his own.

When men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work.

... Amongst all the mechanical poison that this terrible nineteenth century has poured upon men, it has given us at any rate one antidote - the Daguerreotype. (1845)

There is rough work to be done, and rough men must do it; there is gentle work to be done, and gentlemen must do it.

The wisest men are wise to the full in death.

Why is one man richer than another? Because he is more industrious, more persevering and more sagacious.

My father was a really great man. I'll never forget the last thing he ever said to me. Nor will I ever repeat it.

A wise man should never resolve upon anything, at least, never let the world know his resolution, for if he cannot reach that he is ashamed.

Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak.

Men say they are of the same religion, for quietness' sake; but if the matter were well examined, you would scarce find three anywhere of the same religion on all points.

Wit and wisdom are born with a man.

We measure the excellency of other men by some excellency we conceive to be in ourselves.

Of all the actions of a man's life, his marriage does least concern other people, yet of all the actions of our lives, 'tis the most meddled with by other people.

Pride may be allowed to this or that degree, else a man cannot keep up his dignity.

No man is the wiser for his learning; it may administer matter to work in, or objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with a man.

Money makes a man laugh.

The law against witches does not prove there be any; but it punishes the malice of those people that use such means to take away men's lives.

Marriage is a relationship between a man and a woman. I don't think it is the role of the state to define what marriage is.

I'm not quite pompous enough to think of myself as an educator or a man capable of definitive refutation of falsehoods.

New York is a different breed than any other city there is. Media can be very hard on you at times, but [Patrick Ewing] did handle it like a man. He was able to prosper in that whole atmosphere.

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.

Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.

I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

In business and in politics a man must carve and maul his way through men to get to be King of the Mountain. Once there, he can be great and kind-but he must get there first.

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span. In effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child.

But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

The warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

It must be a hard thing to kill a man you don't know and don't hate.

I have noticed that there is no dissatisfaction like that of the rich. Feed a man, clothe him, put him in a good house, and he will die of despair.

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

A woman holds dreadful power over a man who is in love with her but she should realize that the quality and force of his love is the index of his potential contempt and hatred.

I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.