We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.
We are anthill men upon an anthill world.
Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.
Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men’s heads.
Victory does not come to men who listen to their fears.
Unhappy German nation, how do you like the Messianic role allotted to you, not by God, nor by destiny, but by a handful of perverted and bloody-minded men?
Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.
To what purpose all this, but to shew that the difference so observable in men’s understandings and parts, does not arise so much from natural faculties as acquired habits?
To men of a certain type the suspicion that they are incapable of loving is as disturbing to their self-esteem as, in cruder men, the fear of impotence.
There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men.
There certainly are not so many men of large fortune in the world as there are pretty women to deserve them.
