Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.
Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.
All thinking men are atheists.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
All the epigrams written against the little sex—for it is antiquated nowadays to say the fair sex—ought to be disarmed of their point and changed into madrigals of eulogy! All men ought to consider that the sole virtue of a woman is to love and that all women are prodigiously virtuous, and at that point to close the book and end their meditation.
All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.
All men are prepared to accomplish the incredible if their ideals are threatened.
All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away.
All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.
All men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned.
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.
