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greek-poet men nor prophet waits
Sophocles Men may know many things by seeing; but no prophet can see before the event, nor what end waits for him.
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Sophocles It's a terrible thing to speak well and be wrong.
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Sophocles A soul that is kind and intends justice discovers more than any sophist.
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Sophocles Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.
greek-poet whoever
Sophocles Whoever understands how to do a kindness when he fares well would be a friend better than any possession.
greek-poet man nature
Sophocles All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit.
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Sophocles I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow.
greek-poet justice
Sophocles There is a point at which even justice does injury.
manipulation manipulate
Alan Alda I've never tried to manipulate my image.
mankind historian dependence
David Hume What would become of history, had we not a dependence on the veracity of the historian, according to the experience, what we have had of mankind?
managers
Arne Glimcher I've been told I'm a good midcareer manager.
man poetry
Brian Trehearne The poetry was the man, the man was the poetry.
mankind humankind knows
Bertrand Russell What science cannot tell us, mankind cannot know.
man meet people possibilities sees six whenever
William James Whenever two people meet there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is.
man
Taya Kyle When you're trained for battle, the idea is that it will be man against man.
man throw weather
Mike Smith We wanted to throw a little more tonight, but old man weather wouldn't let us do that.
management labor position
Charles M. Schwab I will not be in the position of having management dictated to by labor.
nature moon clouds
Charles Dickens The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.
nature giving natural
Charles Dickens Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
nature humility pride
Charles Caleb Colton We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves.
nature men self
Charles Dickens If Natur has gifted a man with powers of argeyment, a man has a right to make the best of 'em, and has not a right to stand on false delicacy, and deny that he is so gifted; for that is a turning of his back on Natur, a flouting of her, a slighting of her precious caskets, and a proving of one's self to be a swine that isn't worth her scattering pearls before.
nature moon shining
Charles Dickens When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.
nature dark moon
Charles Dickens The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.
nature wall dark
Charles Dickens A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
nature morning fall
Charles Dickens It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.
nature dark winter
Charles Dickens The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.