In the men I love heroes, in the work I love heroism
I refuse to believe all men are pigs and women competing whores.-ANASTASIA
Men's willingness to die for his country, is the reason he has to.
If he's not real, you'll know. Men have never washed a rented car.
Every man is a genius, for God exists in all men.
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
There is one thing in the life of men,nations and states which is priceless-honour.
Religion- made by men to rule women, children and idiots!
Men use thought only to justify their wrong-doings, and words only to conceal their thoughts.
There are men running governments who shouldn't be allowed to play with matches.
The valuable attributes of research men are conscious ignorance and active curiosity.
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