A Christian is the highest style of man.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!