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The way of a superior man is threefold: Virtuous, he is free from anxieties; wise, he is free from perplexities; bold, he is free from fear.

The way of every man is declarative of the end of every man.

There are but three classes of men, the retrograde, the stationary, and the progressive.

There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.

There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it behooves all of us not to talk about the rest of us.

There never was such beauty in another man. Nature made him, and then broke the mould.

There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under their skins.

They that deny God destroy a man's nobility; for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body, and if he is not akin to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature.

Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels.

Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Though I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

To despise our own species is the price we must often pay for a knowledge of it.

To have known one good old man - one man who, through the chances and mischances of a long life, has carried his heart in his hand, like a palm branch, waving all discords into peace - helps our faith in God, in ourselves, and in each other, more than many sermons.

To study mankind, is not learning to hate them; so far from such a malevolent end, it is learning to bear and live easily with them.

We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.

We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him.

What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe!

What a deal of cold business doth a man misspend the better part of life in! In scattering compliments, tendering visits, gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little winter-love in a dark corner.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god!

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