What house more stately hath there been, / Or can be, than is Man? George Herbert.
What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud. Hare.
What I cannot praise I speak not of. Goethe.
What I for many a day wished, life has not 30 granted me, but it has instead taught me this, that my wish was a foolish one. Geibel.
What I gave, that I have; / What I spent, that I had; / What I left, that I lost. Epitaph inscribed on the tomb of Robert of Doncaster.
What I have written, I have written. Pilate of the legend he wrote over the Cross.
What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. Emerson.
What I object to is, not the poetry of sadness, but the sadness of poetry. Many of the poets make out the fountain of poetry to be only a fountain of tears. Bovee.
What, indeed, is man's life generally but a 35 kind of beast-godhood; the god in us triumphing more and more over the beast; striving more and more to subdue it under his feet? Carlyle.
What is a foreign country to those who have science? Hitopadesa.