Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Man is a substance clad in shadows.
Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
A little man often cast a long shadow.
Shadows cannot see themselves in the mirror of the sun.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
On neither the sun, nor death, can a man look fixedly.
The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
Shadow owes its birth to light.