Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A man's character is his fate.
The man with the real sense of humor is the man who can put himself in the spectator's place and laugh at his own misfortune.
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.
It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.
A man of knowledge chooses a path with a heart and follows it and then he looks and rejoices and laughs and then he sees and knows.
There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.
Sensitive, responsive, eagerly welcomed everywhere, the drama, holding the mirror up to nature, by laughter and by tears reveals to mankind the world of men.
In opposition to this detachment, he finds an image of man which contains within itself man's dreams, man's illness, man's redemption from the misery of poverty - poverty which can no longer be for him a sign of the acceptance of life.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.