A Quote by Carolyn Wells

A cynic is a man who looks at the world with a monocle in his mind's eye.

Carolyn Wells

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Cynic Eye His Looks Man Mind World

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Carolyn Wells
American - Author
June 18, 1862 - March 26, 1942

Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.

Winston Churchill

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin or when he sees silver he looks for the cloud it lines. A wise happy person does the exact opposite.

H. L. Mencken

The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man's intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye.

Hiram Powers

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.

H. L. Mencken

No, I was not born with a monocle in my eye.

Conrad Veidt

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

Patricia A. McKillip

With eye upraised his master's looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man; The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

George Crabbe

It's good to be a cynic. I'm a cynic. But the best part of being a cynic is somebody proving you wrong.

Tom King

The eye is the window of the soul; even an animal looks for a man's intentions right into his eyes.

Hiram Powers

In my mind's eye, Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.

A. S. Byatt

In my mind's eye Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.

A. S. Byatt

A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books; I trow that countenance cannot lie, Where thoughts are legible in the eye. Was never eye, did see that face, Was never ear, did hear that tongue, Was never mind, did mind his grace, That ever thought the travel long- But eyes, and ears, and ev'ry thought, Were with his sweet perfections caught. [trow; believe or think]

Mathew Roydon

Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.

Anne Sexton

Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.