Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.
I think a man and a woman should choose each other for life, for the simple reason that a long life with all its accidents is barely enough for a man and a woman to understand each other and in this case to understand is to love.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.
It is not permitted to a man who takes up pen or chisel, to seek originality, for passion is his only business, and he cannot but mould or sing after a new fashion because no disaster is like another.
I prayfor fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
But is there any comfort to be found Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say.
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees Those dying generationsat their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.
Poor men have grown to be rich men,And rich men grown to be poor again,And I am running to Paradise.
We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.
The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
That is no country for old men.
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.
The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
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