“Born, the Man assumes the name and image of humanity, and becomes in all things like unto other men who dwell upon the earth. Their hard lot becomes his, and his, in turn, becomes the lot of all who shall come after him. Drawn on inexorably by time, it is not given him to see the next rung on which his faltering foot shall fall. Bounded in knowledge, it is not given him to foretell what each succeeding hour, what each succeeding minute, shall have in store for him. In blind nescience, in an agony of foreboding, in a whirl of hopes and fears, he completes the cycle of an iron destiny.” MenHardEarthHumanityTurnsFallNextNamesGivenBornHoursDestinyFeetMinutesHe ManSucceedAll ThingsBlindAssumingStoresIronCyclesAgonyHopes And FearsForebodingFaltering Author:Leonid Andreyev
“In Harlem, for instance, all of the stores are owned by white people, all of the buildings are owned by white people. The black people are just there - paying rent, buying the groceries; but they don't own the stores, clothing stores, food stores, any kind of stores; don't even own the homes that they live in. They are all owned by outsiders, and for these run-down apartment dwellings, the black man in Harlem pays more money than the man down in the rich Park Avenue section.” PeopleMenKindHomeRunningPoliticsBlackWhitePayEconomyRichBuildingHe ManStoresInstanceParksLiberalismBuyingBlack PeopleClothingsMore MoneyOutsidersApartmentSectionsAvenuesDwellingGroceriesHarlemPaying Rent Author:Malcolm X
“Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?” MenBookUseEyeHoursTalentHe ManFineColdDependsGeniusCriticismStructureFortuneAppreciationStoresMoodSunsetIronTemperamentWireSereneRelishBeadsDefectiveEyes That See Book:Essays, First and Second Series Source: Essays, First and Second Series
“I went to a cigar store, the man behind the counter asked me, "What kind of cigars do you like?" I answered, "It's a Boys."” MenKindHumorFunnyBehindsBoysHe ManStoresCigar Author:Mitch Hedberg
“I've always written. There's a journal which I kept from about 9 years old. The man who gave it to me lived across the street from the store and kept it when my grandmother's papers were destroyed. I'd written some essays. I loved poetry, still do. But I really, really loved it then.” MenYearsStillsWrittenStreetsHe ManPaperStoresDestroyedGrandmotherJournalMy GrandmotherPapersEssays Author:Maya Angelou