Many a Man thinks he is buying Pleasure, when he is really selling himself a Slave to it.
Many a man fails to become a thinker for the sole reason that his memory is too good.
Man’s tongue is soft, and bone doth lack; Yet a stroke therewith may break a man’s back.
Man’s respect for the imponderables varies according to his mental constitution and environment. Through certain modes of thought and training it can be elevated tremendously, get there is always a limit.
Man’s relations to man do not captivate my fancy. It is man’s relation to the cosmos—to the unknown—which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination.
Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.
Man’s greatest concern is to know how he shall properly fill his place in the universe and correctly understand what he must be in order to be a man.
Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.
Man will only become better when you make him see what he is like.[Тогда человек станет лучше, когда вы покажете ему, каков он есть.]
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Man must exalt justice in order to fight against eternal injustice, create happiness in order to protest against the universe of unhappiness.
