Man is only a reed, the weakest thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed
Man is the measure of all things
Man is heaven's masterpiece
The more I see of men, the better I like dogs
There are many wonderful things, and nothing is more wonderful than man
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave
Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions
Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious
of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live
The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, adolescence and obsolescence
Man is a useless passion
Glory to Man in the highest! for Man is the master of things
I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability
What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form,
in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension
how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
Man is nature's sole mistake
Man is something to be surpassed
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong
Man was formed for society
Man: an animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook
what he indubitably ought to be
Men are but children of a larger growth
Man, became man through work, who stepped out of the animal kingdom as transformer
of the natural into the artificial, who became therefore the magician
Men play the game, women know the score
The best of men are but men at best
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