Man is a substance clad in shadows.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A little man often cast a long shadow.
A human being is only breath and shadow.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
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?
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
One is forever throwing away substance for shadows.
It's very easy to say that something is a shadow of itself, and it may be true in some senses.
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
To think of shadows is a serious thing.
The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.