But we are all human, I thought, wondering what I meant.

Now if a man tried To take his time on Earth And prove before he died What one man's life could be worth, Well I wonder what would happen to this world.

Oh, if a man tried To take his time on earth And prove before he died What one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world.

I have become a question to myself.

Oh, if a man tried To take his time on earth And prove before he died What one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world

Methinks I am like a man, who having struck on many shoals, and having narrowly escap'd shipwreck in passing a small frith, has yet the temerity to put out to sea in the same leaky weather-beaten vessel, and even carries his ambition so far as to think of compassing the globe under these disadvantageous circumstances.

If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died, what one man's life could be worth, well I wonder what would happen to this world?

Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!

Since I doubt, I think; since I think, I exist.

I'm one who knows. I'm a stranger in a strange land.

Being human means having doubts and yet still continuing on your path.

I’ll aways be wondering how you are, what you’re doing, if you’re all right, if there’s anything I could do to help you. I’ll even have to wonder if you’re still alive, won’t I?

As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.