Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
I like real people - salt-of-the-earth men.
I must have read every issue of 'Punch' published in the 20th century, and I think in the process I picked up the true voice of English humour - that amiable, fairly liberal, laconic voice which you find in something like 'Three Men in a Boat.'
When men yield up the privilege of thinking, the last shadow of liberty quits the horizon.
There is a demand in these days for men who can make wrong appear right.
So many men, so many opinions.
Some men can live up to their loftiest ideals without ever going higher than a basement.
To say that a thing has never yet been done among men is to erect a barrier stronger than reason, stronger than discussion.
We're all men, not machines. We make mistakes.
You can't generalise about an entire country, but I like the energy of British men.
I went to the Westminster College for Men in Missouri, which is what it was called back then, and transferred to the University of Denver where I ultimately got my degree.
For humble individuals like myself, there is one poor comfort, which is this, viz. that gout, unlike any other disease, kills more rich men than poor, more wise men than simple.
In the past, men created witches: now they create mental patients.
I don't look as handsome in Men in Black 2 as I did in the first one.
The Stones can get out there and do it till they're old men. But certain groups are sad-looking to me.
Why do men think they know how to cook outside when they haven't the smallest idea how to go about it indoors?
A manager is an assistant to his men.
If a man has talent and can't use it, he's failed. If he uses only half of it, he has partly failed. If he uses the whole of it, he has succeeded, and won a satisfaction and triumph few men ever know.
If you're a writer, you know that the stories don't come to you - you have to go looking for them. The old men in the lobby: that's where the stories were.
Some men like to go in for polo, for example, and spend thousands of dollars on ponies. Some go nuts for paintings, and give half a million for a hunk of canvas in a fancy frame. But my passion is baseball.
Labor disgraces no man; unfortunately, you occasionally find men who disgrace labor.
