If I have another child, I doubt I’ll get married again. I don’t think men particularly want to be with me.
Men don’t even ask me out. I can’t remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I’m talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.
I was 23, and he was 86. I saw a very sick man. I just wanted to just talk with him. There was no physical attraction at all. He was very much attracted to me.
The man whose nature is such that by one path alone his chief desire will reach consummation will try to find it on that path, whatever it may be, and whatever the world thinks of it; and if he does not, he is contemptible.
It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.
Up to a certain point every man is what he thinks he is.
True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.
Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived. It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.
The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.
Wouldn’t the worst be, isn’t the worst, in truth, that women aren’t castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.
They stared at her curiously, and she caught snatches of conversation in two or three languages. It wasn’t hard to guess their content, and she smiled a bit primly. Youth, it appeared, was full of illusions as to how much sexual energy two people might have to spare while hiking forty or so kilometers a day, concussed, stunned, diseased, on poor food and little sleep, alternating caring for a wounded man with avoiding becoming dinner for every carnivore within range – and with a coup to plan for the end.
But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women – I’d rather have [an] anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone.
The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, without anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present – they are real.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.
I take it as a man’s duty to restrain himself.
If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I’m sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.
Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.
Whether you function as welders or inspectors, the laws of physics are implacable lie-detectors. You may fool men. You will never fool the metal.
Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice – if not whether, then how, they may endure.
Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I’d always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.
The working class owes all honor and respect to the first men who planted the standard of labor solidarity on the hostile frontier of unorganized industry.
The minds of men are at last aroused; reason looks out and justifies her own, and malice finds all her work is ruin.
Evil, and evil spirits, devils and devil possession, are the outgrowth of man’s inadequate consciousness of God. We must avoid thinking of evil as a thing in itself-a force that works against man or, against God, if you will.
The one thing that a fish can never find is water; and the one thing that man can never find is God.
Man is not in the world to set it right, but to see it rightly.
It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, ‘Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?’…If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one’s time-the stuff of life
Men of ideas vanish when freedom vanishes.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
I won’t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.
Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.