Men who attain great heights always have few friends but many admirers, while those who ply the lower reaches of fortune often have many friends but scarcely an admirer in sight
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
Women tend to communicate early and often about a problem. Men are more likely to view communication as a tool, and when they see it as the wrong tool for the job, they believe it should be stored neatly in the toolbox.
For a woman the objective is often a committed relationship also known as the destination. For a men roadtrip on the way to the destination is often the more fun.
But those who are incapable of pitying animals are, as a matter of fact, incapable of pitying men. A physician who would cut a living rabbit in pieces -- laying bare the nerves, denuding them with knives, pulling them out with forceps -- would not he...
Nearly all men and women are poetical, to some extent, but very few can be called poets. There are great poets, small poets, and men and women who make verses. But all are not poets, nor even good versifiers. Poetasters are plentiful, but real poets ...
If women had power, what would men be but women who can't bear children? And what would women be but men who can?...I mean, men give her [a queen] power. They let her use their power. But it isn't hers, is it? It isn't because she's a woman that she'...
Behind their dark glass, the mad own nothing.
...we can pretend that the book in question is not Mr. West’s but mine, made mine by the madness of my reading.
A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.
[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.
Mad Rogan: "Resistance is futile." Nevada: "You are not assimilating me!
Warren Spector is amazing, and his team is as good as any in the business. Shame to see all the revenues from their game entangled with all the madness of the Dallas office.
When I was 10, I knew there was something different about me. Everyone was football-mad, but I just wanted to watch musicals and see art.
First sign of madness, talking to your own head.
Can one man's madness be another's real life?
The honest to God truth is that I'm mad at myself. I should've known better.
All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.
It is injustice to determine the brutality of an action because of the victim or the criminal.
The kind of love bounded by the sympathy will break down by arrogance.
