Man, when perfected, is the best of animals, but, when separated from law and justice, he is the worst of all.

Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.

We drink without thirst and we make love anytime, madame; only this distinguishes us from the other animals.

Man is at the bottom an animal, midway a citizen, and at the top divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

O man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy word deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

Every people is a chosen people in its own mind. And it is rather amusing that their name for themselves usually means mankind.

Man is an exception, whatever else he is. If he is not the image of God, then he is a disease of the dust.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning, with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?