I've been out with men who have literally had an argument with the mirror because they couldn't get their hair right. When I was younger, I might have reassured him, but I can't do that anymore.
An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
In 1688, Edward Lloyd opened a coffeehouse on London's seafront popular among underwriters, men in powdered wigs with mathematical minds and steely constitutions who offered to compensate owners if their boats were lost at sea.
I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure - that is all that agnosticism means.
I am an agnostic; I do not pretend to know what many ignorant men are sure of.
If you don't go to other men's funerals, they won't go to yours.
I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure - that is all that agnosticism means.
Men must know their limitations.
You know when you're young and you see a play in high school, and the guys all have gray in their hair and they're trying to be old men and they have no idea what that's like? It's just that stupid the other way around.
We get these overzealous young men and their girlfriends. It's happened occasionally where one of them will lean up against the front of the stage and the guy is behind her, and it starts off as just dancing and then it gets into something more.
It is odd there are many movies with many men. But generally movies have one woman, or maybe the older woman and the younger girl.
It may be true, that men, who are mere mathematicians, have certain specific shortcomings, but that is not the fault of mathematics, for it is equally true of every other exclusive occupation.
You philosophers are lucky men. You write on paper and paper is patient. Unfortunate Empress that I am, I write on the susceptible skins of living beings.
I'm married, which means that instead of occasionally wondering about men from afar, I actually live with one and can be constantly astounded by the strange male brain.
I'm most proud of having created something that men never completely get.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
Men do not die from overwork. They die from dissipation and worry.
Original sin is the only rational solution of the undeniable fact of the deep, universal and early manifested sinfulness of men in all ages, of every class, and in every part of the world.
Men should be like Kleenex, soft, strong and disposable.
Men aren't necessities. They're luxuries.
