The test of every religious, political, or educational system is the man that it forms.
The test of every religious, political, or educational system is the man which it forms.
It is not what he has, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.
Man perfected by society is the best of all animals; he is the most terrible of all when he lives without law, and without justice.
A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.
They that deny a God, destroy man's nobility, for man is of kin to the beasts by his body, and if he is not of kin to God by his spirit he is an ignoble creature.
Let each man think himself an act of God; his mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Every human soul is of infinite value, eternal, free; no human being, therefore, is so placed as not to have within his reach, in himself and others, objects adequate to infinite endeavor.
A man's ledger does not tell what he is, or what lie is worth.—Count what is in man, not what is on him, if you would know what he is worth—whether rich or poor.
The highest manhood resides in disposition, not in mere intellect.
Man is a wealth grubber, man is a pleasure seeker; man is a power wielder; man is a thinker, and man is a creative lover.
Indisputably a great, good, handsome man is the first of created things.
Every man is valued in this world as he shows by his conduct he wishes to be valued.
How little man is; yet, in his own mind, how great! He is lord and master of all things, yet scarce can command anything. He is given a freedom of his will; but wherefore? Was it but to torment and perplex him the more? How little avails this freedom, if the objects he is to act upon be not as much disposed to obey as he is to command!
Man is an animal that cooks his victuals.
Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; he noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws. All other Life is living Death, a world where none but Phantoms dwell, a breath, a wind, a sound, a voice, a tinkling of the camel-bell.
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit to sink or soar.
Man! thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
The older I grow—and I now stand on the brink of eternity—the more comes back to me that sentence in the Catechism which I learned when a child, and the fuller and deeper its meaning becomes: "What is the chief end of man? To glorify God and enjoy him forever."
There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.
He is of the earth, but his thoughts are with the stars. Mean and petty his wants and desires; yet they serve a soul exalted with grand, glorious aims,—with immortal longings,—with thoughts which sweep the heavens, and wander through eternity. A pigmy standing on the outward crest of this small planet, his far reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.
Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of a man you are, for it shows me what your ideal of manhood is, and what kind of a man you long to be.
The way of every man is declarative of the end of every man.
Every man is a volume, if you know how to read him.
To despise our own species is the price we must often pay for a knowledge of it.
The way of a superior man is threefold: virtuous, he is free from anxieties; wise, he is free from perplexities; bold, he is free from fear.
Man is to man all kinds of beasts; a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
To have known one good old man—one man who, through the chances and mischances of a long life, has carried his heart in his hand, like a palm branch, waving all discords into peace—helps our faith in God, in ourselves, and in each other, more than many sermons.
Men are the Universe become conscious: the simplest man should consider himself too great to be called after any name.
He is the wisest and happiest man, who, by constant attention of thought discovers the greatest opportunity of doing good, and breaks through every opposition that he may improve these opportunities.
Men are but children of a larger growth; our appetites are as apt to change as theirs, and full as craving, too, and full as vain.
Surely, if all the world was made for man, then man was made for more than the world.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool. It seems as if heaven had sent its insane angels into our world as to an asylum. And here they will break out into their native music, and utter at intervals the words they have heard in heaven; then the mad fit returns, and they mope and wallow like dogs!
A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no luster as you turn it in your hand until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors.
Omit a few of the most abstruse sciences, and mankind's study of man occupies nearly the whole field of literature. The burden of history is what man has been; of law, what he does; of physiology, what he is; of ethics, what he ought to be; of revelation, what he shall be.
I mean to make myself a man, and if I succeed in that, I shall succeed in everything else.
Sweating, slums, the sense of semi-slavery in labor, must go. We must cultivate a sense of manhood by treating men as men.
Man is an animal; but he is an animal plus something else. He is a mythic earth-tree, whose roots are in the ground, but whose top-most branches may blossom in the heavens.
The record of life runs thus: Man creeps into childhood,—bounds into youth,—sobers into manhood,—softens into age,—totters into second childhood, and slumbers into the cradle prepared for him,—thence to be watched and cared for.
Man is greater than a world—than systems of worlds; there is more mystery in the union of soul with the body, than in the creation of a universe.
Man himself is the crowning wonder of creation; the study of his nature the noblest study the world affords.
Man is to be trained chiefly by studying and by knowing man.
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under their skins.
One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.
An evil man is clay to God, and wax to the devil; a good man is God's wax, and Satan's clay.
The proud man hath no God; the envious man hath no neighbor; the angry man hath not himself. What good, then, in being a man, if one has neither himself nor a neighbor nor God.
Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal.
Since the generality of persons act from impulse much more than from principle, men are neither so good nor so bad as we are apt to think them.
When man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
Whoever considers the study of anatomy, I believe, will never be an atheist; the frame of man's body, and coherence of his parts, being so strange and paradoxical, that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of nature.
It is not a question how much a man knows, but what use he makes of what he knows; not a question of what he has acquired, and how he has been trained, but of what he is, and what he can do.
Government, religion, property, books, are nothing but the scaffolding to build men.—Earth holds up to her master no fruit like the finished man.
Man has been called "the representative product of the universe"; and we will do well to remember that in this position his actions represent the worst of which nature is capable as well as the best.
The superior man is he who develops in harmonious proportions, his moral, intellectual, and physical nature. This should be the end at which men of all classes should aim, and it is this only which constitutes real greatness.
What a deal of cold business doth a man misspend the better part of life in! In scattering compliments, tendering visits, gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little winter-love in a dark corner.
Oh, East is East, and West is West and never the twain shall meet. . . . But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth when two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of the earth.
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires.
Bounded in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who has a recollection of heaven.
There are but three classes of men, the retrograde, the stationary, and the progressive.
Men are not to be judged by their looks, habits, and appearances; but by the character of their lives and conversations, and by their works. Tis better that a man's own works than that another man's words should praise him.
In men whom men pronounce as ill I find so much of goodness still. In men whom men pronounce divine, I find so much of sin and blot; I hesitate to draw the line between the two, when God has not.
In men this blunder still you find, all think their little set mankind.
Men, in general, are but great children.
Man is the highest product of his own history. The discoverer finds nothing so grand or tall as himself, nothing so valuable to him. The greatest star is at the small end of the telescope, the star that is looking, not looked after nor looked at.
It is very sad for a man to make himself servant to a single thing; his manhood all taken out of him by the hydraulic pressure of excessive business.
No man is so great as mankind.
What a chimera is man! what a confused chaos! what a subject of contradiction! a professed judge of all things, and yet a feeble worm of the earth! the great depositary and guardian of truth, and yet a mere huddle of uncertainty! the glorv and the scandal of the universe!
It is of dangerous consequence to represent to man how near he is to the level of beasts, without showing him at the same time his greatness. It is likewise dangerous to let him see his greatness without his meanness. It is more dangerous yet to leave him ignorant of either; but very beneficial that he should be made sensible of both.
The proper study of mankind is man.
An honest man is the noblest work of God.
It is not the situation which makes the man, but the man who makes the situation. The slave may be a freeman. The monarch may be a slave. Situations are noble or ignoble, as we make them.
In these two things the greatness of man consists, to have God so dwelling in us as to impart his character to us, and to have him so dwelling in us that we recognize his presence, and know that we are his, and he is ours.—The one is salvation: the other the assurance of it.
For my part, I am not so sure at bottom that man is, as he says, the king of nature; he is far more its devastating tyrant. I believe he has many things to learn from animal societies, older than his own and of infinite variety.
Now the basest thought possible concerning man is, that he has no spiritual nature; and the foolish misunderstanding of him possible is, that he has, or should have, no animal nature. For his nature is nobly animal, nobly spiritual,—coherently and irrevocably so; neither part of it may, but at its peril, expel, despise, or defy the other.
Society is the master and man is the servant; and it is entirely according as society proves a good or bad master, whether he turns out a bad or a good servant.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!
Do you know what a man is? Are not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
To study mankind, is not learning to hate them; so far from such a malevolent end, it is learning to bear and live easily with them.
Who dares do all that may become a man, and dares no more, he is a man indeed.
Man is an animal that makes bargains; no other animal does this,—one dog does not change a bone with another.
There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it behooves all of us not to talk about the rest of us.
Man should be ever better than he seem; and shape his acts, and discipline his mind, to walk adorning earth, with hope of heaven.
In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind; but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.
I am an acme of things accomplished, and I am encloser of things to be.
When faith is lost, and honor dies, the man is dead.
The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength of heaven.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! distinguished link in being's endless chain! midway from nothing to the Deity! dim miniature of greatness absolute! an heir of glory! a frail child of dust! helpless immortal! insect infinite! a worm! a God!