A Quote by William Shakespeare

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. — © William Shakespeare
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.
Superstition changes a man to a beast, fanaticism makes him a wild beast, and despotism a beast of burden.
For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.
As there is much beast and some devil in man, so is there some angel and some God in him. The beast and the devil may be conquered, but in this life never destroyed.
Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
A man without justice is a beast, and a man who would make himself a beast forgets the pain of being a man.
On just a personal level, since I was little, I've loved fairytales, especially this one, because it is about what goes into making a beast a beast. Do you start as a beast? Do you turn into a beast because of the way that people treat you? I think it's something that is really universal and hit a chord with me when I was little, and so, hopefully we can explore some of that.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
Gradually, I began to resent Christian school and doubt everything I was told. It became clear that the suffering they were praying to be released from was a suffering they had imposed on themselves—and now us. The beast they lived in fear of was really themselves: It was man, not some mythological demon, that was going to destroy man in the end. And this beast had been created out of their fear.
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
A man who behaves like a beast is worse than the beast.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
What makes a Man love Death, Fanny? Is it because he hopes to avert his own by watchin' the Deaths of others? Doth he hope to devour Death by devourin' Executions with his Eyes? I'll ne'er understand it, if I live to be eight hundred Years. The Human Beast is more Beast than Human, 'tis true.
Fruits are always of the same nature with the seeds and roots from which they come, and trees are known by the fruits they bear: as a man begets a man, and a beast a beast, that society of men which constitutes a government upon the foundation of justice.
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