Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked read more

Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.rn

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.rn

Man is a special being, and if left to himself, in an isolated condition, would be one of the weakest read more

Man is a special being, and if left to himself, in an isolated condition, would be one of the weakest creatures; but associated with his kind, he works wonders.

All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.

All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?

Man is a universe within himself.

Man is a universe within himself.

A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.

A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.

Smart women love smart men more than smart men love smart women.

Smart women love smart men more than smart men love smart women.

Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless read more

Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!