For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and suffer the loss of his soul?
I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.
When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager than the man, If not the wedding day, is absolutely fixed on.
I consider myself just a lovable old man who just loves women. I've reversed 100 percent.
I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.
To wrap up the idea of 'Parade's End' in a sentence or two, I would say it's a love story in which we see a man with two women, and we know what's attractive about them. And we know why and what they feel about him.
This Adonis in loveliness was a corpulent man of fifty.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.
If you think you can slander a woman into loving you, or a man into voting for you, try it till you are satisfied.
It is clear that he does not pray, who, far from uplifting himself to God, requires that God shall lower Himself to him, and who resorts to prayer not to stir the man in us to will what God wills, but only to persuade God to will what the man in us wills.
The physical ego, the active consciousness in man, should uplift its body-identified self into unity with the soul, its true nature; it should not allow itself to remain mired in the lowly delusive strata of the senses and material entanglement.
I've been a very, very fortunate man. I've had a lot of highs - and a great deal of lows.
To strip a man of all loyalties but those to the state, makes him not only a worm but a monster, without a shred of humanity.
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.
I say it every day - I'm the luckiest man on earth.
I look at myself as the luckiest man alive.
I'm the luckiest man alive.
I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Every man's heart one day beats its final beat. His lungs breathe a final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others, and makes them bleed deeper and something larger than life, then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized.
