Men Quotes

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Tempt not a desperate man

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.

Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.

I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.

To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.

I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.

A man should be what he seems.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.

Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man.

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs?

For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part.

Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?

She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were man as rare as Phoenix.

There was nothing lonelier than a man with a million friends.

A man of remarkable genius may afford to pass by a piece of wit, if it happen to border on abuse. A little genius is obliged to catch at every witticism indiscriminately.

Some men use no other means to acquire respect than by insisting on it; and it sometimes answers their purpose, as it does a highwayman's in regard to money.

The most reserved of men, that will not exchange two syllables together in an English coffee-house, should they meet at Ispahan, would drink sherbet and eat a mess of rice together.