Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again.

Vaguely at first, then more distinctly, I realized that man is an eternal stranger on this planet.

Man has wants deeper than can be supplied by wealth or nature or domestic affections. His great relations are to his God and to eternity.

Every man is a book in which God himself writes.

Man, biologically considered ... is simply the most formidable of all beasts of prey, and, indeed, the only one that preys systematically on its own kind.

Vaster is Man than his works.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

Five senses, an incurably abstract intellect, a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them-never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?

Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.

Work, love, and play are the great balance wheels of man's being.