The wise man reads both books and life itself.
Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.
He's the only man I know of who can hide his own easter eggs.
The best thing about being a dad? Well, I think it's just the thing that every man wants - to have a son and heir.
I believe every. . . man remembers the girl he thinks he should have married. She reappears to him in his lonely moments, or he sees her in the face of a young girl in the park, buying a snowball under an oak tree by the baseball diamond. But she belongs to back there, to somebody else, and that thought sometimes rends your heart in a way that you never share with anyone else.
I have nothing to complain about. . except maybe people wondering if a queen like me can be butch-it-up enough to play a convincing straight man.
There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!
Is God a man or a woman? God could be an armadillo. I have no idea.
The greatest kindness one can render to any man is leading him to truth.
When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.
No man manages his affairs as well as a tree does
Every man is a moon and has a side which he turns toward nobody: you have to slip around behind it if you want to see it.
It is commonplace of all religious thought that the man seeking visions and insight must go apart from his fellows and live for a while in the wilderness. If he is of proper sort, he will return with a message. It may not be a message from the god he set out to seek but even if he has failed in that particular, he will have had a vision or seen a marvel and these are always worth listening to or thinking about.
The truth is that the whole system of beliefs which comes in with the story of the fall of man. . . is gently falling out of enlightened human intelligence.
Show me one man who knows his own heart, to him I shall belong.
As the archaeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.
A better understanding of the brain is certain to lead man to a richer comprehension both of himself, of his fellow man, and of society, and in fact of the whole world with its problems.
A man is usually more careful of his money than he is of his principles.
It's upsetting to be a man in our society.
The sublime can only be found in the great subjects. Poetry, history and philosophy all have the same object, and a very great object-Man and Nature. Philosophy describes and depicts Nature. Poetry paints and embellishes it. It also paints men, it aggrandizes them, it exaggerates them, it creates heroes and gods. History only depicts man, and paints him such as he is.