The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.
Jubal, the face said, I am thy loved Past, The soul that makes thee one from first to last. I am the angel of thy life and death, Thy outbreathed being drawing its last breath. Am I not thine alone, a dear dead bride Who blest thy lot above all men's beside?
If art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
The blessed work of helping the world forward, happily does not wait to be done by perfect men.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
Tis God gives skill, But not without men's hands: He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins Without Antonio.
Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe: evil spreads as necessarily as disease.
If boys and men are to be welded together in the glow of transient feeling, they must be made of metal that will mix, else they inevitably fall asunder when the heat dies out.
Certain winds will make men's temper bad.