There is something about killing people at close range that is excruciating. It's bound to try a man's soul.
A man with a soul is not like every other man.
That a man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.
And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty,to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE.
A decision once taken brings peace to a man's mind and eases his soul.
The problem of restoring to the world original and eternal beauty is solved by the redemption of the soul... The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is because man is disunited in himself.
Man never legislates, but destinies and accidents, happening in all sorts of ways, legislate in all sorts of ways.
Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.
Your conscience teaches your mind how to 'think' your heart how to 'feel' your soul how to 'obey' and most importantly your body how to 'perform' extraordinary 'acts' of charity and human kindness. Toward your fellow man.
Well, from an acting point of view, I bear no relation, I don't look like Alfred Kinsey at all, but I thought somewhere in my artist's soul, my actor's soul, I could capture something of the spirit of the man.
Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.
I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.'
The soul of man is immortal.
Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.
'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.
He is the best man who, when making his plans, fears and reflects on everything that can happen to him, but in the moment of action is bold.
Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.
It is the task of a good man to help those in misfortune.