Oh! not for the great departed, Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted, Who died in freedom's cause, And not for some living hero To whom all bend the knee, My muse would raise her song of praise - But for the man to be.
Common sense is the most widely shared commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it.
A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.
A man is no better than he has to be.
The man who mobilizes the Christian church to pray will make the greatest contribution to world evangelization in history.
Man is the broken giant, and in all his weakness both his body and his mind are invigorated by habits of conversation with nature.
Upon the great questions of origin, of destiny, of immortality, of. . . other worlds, every honest man must say, 'I do not know. ' Upon these questions, this is the creed of intelligence.
The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.
This is a young man who is only 25, and you have to say, her has answered every question that has ever been asked.
I'm the only man; I'm the only philosopher.
The average politician goes through a sentence like a man exploring a disused mine shaft-blind, groping, timorous and in imminent danger of cracking his shins on a subordinate clause or a nasty bit of subjunctive.
Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?
As a man I am flawed, but my music is perfect.
Like most Americans, I live in the line of fire of a shooting match that is going on over Reagan's legacy. It's between shrill and extremist voices who alternately conceive of him either as an icon of all that's great and good or a representative of everything that's gone wrong with this country. And obviously neither is the case. He is just a man.
[Donald Trump] is his own man - distinctly American. And where else would an independent spirit like his find a following than in the land of the free and the home of the brave?
The genuinely spiritual person is one who has lost all desire to be anyone but exactly who he is, without labels and without apologies. He is what he is and that's all there's is to it. Such a man is undivided, uncomplicated and contented.
Whereas the law is passionless, passion must ever sway the heart of man.
Of course in war all madness's come out in a man. That is the fault of war not of a man or a nation.
One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.
A man has one hundred dollars and you leave him with two dollars, that's subtraction.