Too many riddles weigh men down on earth. We must solve as we can, and try to keep a dry skin in the water.
..while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
Always happens with men. They promise friendship. They promise to treat you as an equal. In the end, all they want is to possess you.
All the men I know add that “hands that prepared it” line. They must know it’s right complimentary, an incentive to keep the women cooking.
Pretending to care what men think is an art. It takes moments to learn, but lifetimes to master. I’d like to believe I’m an expert.
Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.
for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
What is it about men, anyway? You can't live with 'em and the law frowns on neutering them. It's not exactly a win-win situation.
...men unite against none so readily as against those whom they see attempting to rule over them.
Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.
Social mores change all the time. In the mid-1970s, it would've been astonishing, say, to see two men holding hands in the streets. And the attitude to having a fling with a girl, or whatever, was quite different then.
Most enlightened men now recognize that General Jackson is not fitted to fill the office of President; his limited experience of anything to do with civil government and his great age make him incompetent.
I have a handful of leather jackets, and I love them all. I think most men my age do, and it can be traced back to the Fonz and Danny Zuko.
I've lost a lot of teeth and square yards of hide. But I've never lost my self-respect, and I've kept what I find in few men of my age - my enthusiasm.
The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others, who are late to develop, it just enables them to finish the job.
Those who are born of parents broken with old age, or of such as are not yet ripe or are too young, or of drunkards, soft or effeminate men, want a great and liberal ingenuity or wit.
Men do not fight for flag or country, for the Marine Corps or glory or any other abstraction. They fight for one another. And if you came through this ordeal, you would age with dignity.
Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
We are the only class in history that has been left to fight its battles alone, unaided by the ruling powers. White labor and the freed black men had their champions, but where are ours?
