There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.

To the philosophers of India, however, Relativity is no new discovery, just as the concept of light years is no matter for astonishment to people used to thinking of time in millions of kalpas, (A kalpa is about 4,320,000 years). The fact that the wise men of India have not been concerned with technological applications of this knowledge arises from the circumstance that technology is but one of innumerable ways of applying it.

But, as Douglas E Harding has pointed out, we tend to think of this planet as a life-infested rock, which is as absurd as thinking of the human body as a cell infested skeleton. Surely all forms of life, including man, must be understood as "symptoms" of the earth, the solar system, and the galaxy in which case we cannot escape the conclusion that the galaxy is intelligent.

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

When the fight begins within himself, a man's worth something.

A man's reach should exceed his grasp

When a man’s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: ‘Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

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

No man is an island, entire of itself.

No man is an island.

Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call, for as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.

No man [...] can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free, being the image and resemblance of God himself.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.

Every man's memory is his private literature.

The more a man knows about himself in relation to every kind of experience, the greater his chance of suddenly, one fine morning, realizing who in fact he is...

Man is an intelligence, not served by, but in servitude to his organs.

A man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

Always wanting another man than your own.

A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.