A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don’t feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I’d love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I’m not one of the boys.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
I’m just getting settled as a responsible man – but if you split the elephant into little mouthfuls it will be fine.
When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.