Every man's memory is his private literature.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Many a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.
A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin.
By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented . . .
. . . what is human and the same about the males and females classified as Homo sapiens is much greater than the differences.
What men and women need is encouragement. . . . Instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues. Try to pull him out of his rut of bad habits.
A true man hates no one.
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
There must be some reason why a man must be convinced, while a woman must be persuaded.
A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home.
Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim.
A prudent man should always follow in the footsteps of great men and imitate those who have been outstanding. If his own prowess fails to compare with theirs, at least it has an air of greatness about it.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
The test of man is how well he is able to feel about what he thinks. The test of a woman is how well she is able to think about what she feels.
It is a man's world, and you men can have it.
Not only is it harder to be a man, it is also harder to become one.
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.
Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim.
The only thing worse than a man you can't control is a man you can.
Being a gentleman is the number one priority, the chief question integral to our national life.
The world men inhabit is rather bleak. It is a world full of doubt and confusion, where vulnerability must be hidden, not shared; where competition, not co-operation, is the order of the day; where men sacrifice the possibility of knowing their own children and sharing in their upbringing, for the sake of a job they may have chosen by chance, which may not suit them and which in many cases dominates their lives to the exclusion of much else.
Man forgives women anything save the wit to outwit him.
It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.