Man - Quotes
A man is made of many things
None of which can be seen at a glance
Even a rose can grow from concrete
If watered and given the chance
Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.
It is all one to me if a man comes from Sing Sing or Harvard. We hire a man, not his history.
If we read of one man robbed, or murdered, or killed by accident, or one house burned, or one vessel wrecked, or one steamboat blown up, or one cow run over on the Western Railroad, or one mad dog killed, or one lot of grasshoppers in the winter, - we need never read of another. One is enough. If you are acquainted with the principle, what do you care for a myriad instances and applications? To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
It is one thing to show a man that he is in error, and another to put him in possession of truth.
They teach you there`s a boundary line to music. But man, there`s no boundary line to art.
Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.
A little starvation can really do more for the average sick man than can the best medicines and the best doctors.
Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears form the eyes of woman.
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creatures through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren; they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.