Quotes
Quotes about Men
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.
Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.
It was through the feeling of wonder that men now and at first began to philosophize.
Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.
It was through the feeling of wonder that men now and at first began to philosophize.
Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.
Why don't the men propose, mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Alas! to seize the moment When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman's part. If man come not to gather The roses where they stand, They fade among their foliage, They cannot seek his hand.
She that with poetry is won, Is but a desk to write upon; And what men say of her they mean No more than on the thing they lean.
There is a tide in the affairs of women Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where.
He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat to him the words of gods.
Words, as a Tartar's bow, do not shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, and mightily entangle and pervert the judgment.
What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain: In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty times upon the anvil. [Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage, Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.]
By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight, Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, To put on when you're weary--or a stool To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion where you lean And sleep, and dream of something we are not, But would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid The worth of our work, perhaps.
Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
"Men work together," I told him from the heart, "Whether they work together or apart."
When Darby saw the setting sun He swung his scythe, and home he run, Sat down, drank off his quart and said, "My work is done, I'll go to bed." "My work is done!" retorted Joan, "My work is done! Your constant tone, But hapless woman ne'er can say 'My work is done' till judgment day."
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom, By the dirty pen, What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.
For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
Unemployment, with its injustice for the man who seeks and thirsts for employment, who begs for labour and cannot get it, and who is punished for failure he is not responsible for by the starvation of his children--that torture is something that private enterprise ought to remedy for its own sake.
Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumb-bells? To dig a vineyard is a worthier exercise for men.
