The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! / O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! / God strikes a silence through you all, / And giveth his beloved, sleep.

All actual heroes are essential men, / And all men possible heroes...

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, by reiteration chiefly

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.