Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
If it's true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers.
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.
. . . while men represent powerful activity as assertion and aggression, women in contrast portray acts of nurturance as acts of strength.
The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.
. . . what women want is what men want. They want respect.
A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home.
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.
There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.
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.
All great men are gifted with intuition. They know without reasoning or analysis, what they need to know.
It is a man's world, and you men can have it.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak, and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.
All men are not slimy warthogs. Some men are silly giraffes, some woebegone puppies, some insecure frogs. But if one is not careful, those slimy warthogs can ruin it for all the others.
All of the men on my staff can type.
Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.
Beauty is the wisdom of women. Wisdom is the beauty of men.
I go for two kinds of men. The kind with muscles, and the kind without.
Black men who have succeeded have an obligation to serve as role models for young men entrapped by a vicious cycle of poverty, despair, and hopelessness.
If the world were a logical place, men would ride side-saddle.
Men are like steel. When they lose their temper, they lose their worth.
Men are like wine. Some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.
I hate women because they always know where things are.
Though bachelors be the strongest stakes, married men are the best binders, in the hedge of the commonwealth.