The gardener plants trees, not one berry of which he will ever see: and shall not a public man plant laws, institutions, government, in short, under the same conditions?
The essence of philosophy is that a man should so live that his happiness shall depend as little as possible on external things.
It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.
Of all the ways of defining man, the worst is the one which makes him out to be a rational animal.
Man is always inclined to regard the small circle in which he lives as the center of the world and to make his particular, private lifethe standard of the universe and to make his particular, private life the standard of the universe. But he must give up this vain pretense, this petty provincial way of thinking and judging.
To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him.
I worked hard and made my own way, just as my father had. And just, I'm sure, as he hoped I would. I learned, from observing him, the satisfaction that comes from striving and seeing a dream fulfilled.
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whateverinly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.
For me, the number three seems to have a particular significance, relevant in some strange ways to the relation between man and nature.
To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.
The surest way to remain poor is to be an honest man.
The best way to hold a man is in your arms.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
I think decor says a lot about someone's social position, their taste, their sensibility, their work - and also about the aesthetic way I have chosen to tell their story.
The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous.
Man (in good earnest) is a marvellous vain, fickle, and unstable subject, and on whom it is very hard to form any certain and uniform judgment.
There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
Man never legislates, but destinies and accidents, happening in all sorts of ways, legislate in all sorts of ways.
If you maintain a dead church, contribute to a dead Bible-society, vote with a great party either for the government or against it, spread your table like base housekeepers, - under all these screens I have diffuculty to detect the precise man you are: and of course so much force is withdrawn from your proper life.? But do your work and I shall know you.? Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.? A man must consider what a blind-man's bluff is this game of conformity.? If I know your sect I anticipate your argument.
God lends a helping hand to the man who tries hard.
Man may be considered as a superior species of animal that produces philosophies and poems in about the same way a silkworm produces their cocoons and bees their hives