Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Where wealth accumulates, men decay.
The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
These little things are great to little man.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Little things are great to little men.
I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.
Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.
Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind. Logic, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
The life of man is a journey a journey that must be traveled, however bad the roads or the accommodation.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories