Men will only throw stones at trees that are laden with fruit.
Take gifts with a sigh; most men give to be paid.
One can stand still in a flowing stream, but not in a world of men.
The earth is a giant cooking pot and men are the meat therein.
The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the hearts of men?
There are men who walk through the woods and see no trees.
Only men with thick lips should smoke a cigar.
Men look more like their uncles on the mother's side.
What three men know then the whole world knows.
Compare your griefs with other men's and they will seem less.
A woman's work is worth more than the talk of a thousand men.
Silent men like still waters, are deep and dangerous.
Idle men tempt the devil; the devil tempts all others.
It is very likely that men who are more gender role identified would never be seen as codependent because so many of their gender role traits are “normal” for an avoidantly attached codependent. Men with gender role conflict may pre-sent as more ...
... eloquence is merely the product of intelligence. History is not shaped by men of genius. It is shaped by men of unwavering will. Men who focus whatever brains they have on the savvy application of power. In the end, brawn will always do the heavy...
There were men in their fifties, men who take a stab at fitness, men who try. They may not look young, but they still look viable. Lammers wasn't one of those. Lammers was one of those crack-in-the-ass guys ten months pregnant with a beer baby.
...all the men in the photograph wear puttees. All the men in the picture are bound, trying to keep themselves together. That is how considerate they are, for the love of God and country and women and the other men--for the love of all that is good a...
Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to become the means by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of other men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. T...
There is another version of the tale. That is the tale the women tell each other, in their private language that the men-children are not taught, and that the old men are too wise to learn. And in that version of the tale perhaps things happened diff...
Men and women who had worn suits for decades traded punches powerful enough to crush elephant skulls, dodged and deflected attacks too fast for the eye to follow, and died suddenly, often before the crowd registered the killing blow. Victors and dead...
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
