Men go to war in search of something, Mr. Conrad. If you’d found it, you’d be home by now.
Men do not fear swords, they fear monsters.
Men are strange, aren’t they? They don’t see what’s right in front of them.
Men and women grow apart, but the journey they share together will always be a part of them.
It’s a depressingly masculine world we live in Dolores.
After you’ve worked with a man for a certain length of time, you come to know his habits, his values. You come to know him. And either he’s the kind who chases after women or he isn’t.
You have to have men who are moral and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgement. Without judgement! Because it’s judgement that defeats us.
When you’ve got an ass like the North Star, wise men are going to want to follow it.
There is no right. There is only the power of men.
The characters we read about on the page end up being more real than the men who stand beside us.
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all.
Some men are born great. Others have greatness thrust upon them.
