Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

A disposition to preserve, and an ability to improve, taken together, would be my standard of a statesman.

Man is the only animal that blushes – or needs to.

Man is a beautiful machine that works very badly.

The little man is still a man.

It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of man.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

You can always tell when a man’s well informed. His views are pretty much like your own.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

Temptation is a woman’s weapon and man’s excuse.

A man who has no office to go, to I don’t care who he is, is a trial of which you can have no conception.

Persistence is to the character of man as carbon is to steel.

Man is by nature a political animal.

My father was grounded, a very meat-and-potatoes man. He was a baker.

One aged man – one man – can’t fill a house.

Man is still the most extraordinary computer of all.

A friend will tell you she saw your old boyfriend – and he’s a priest.

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

Freedom is a man’s natural power of doing what he pleases, so far as he is not prevented by force or law.

Man can climb to the highest summits, but he cannot dwell there long.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Man – a being in search of meaning.

If we may believe our logicians, man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter. He has a heart capable of mirth, and naturally disposed to it.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

A man’s character is his guardian divinity.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.

The first virtue in a soldier is endurance of fatigue; courage is only the second virtue.

The statesman’s duty is to bridge the gap between his nation’s experience and his vision.

The feeling about a soldier is, when all is said and done, he wasn’t really going to do very much with his life anyway. The example usually is: he wasn’t going to compose Beethoven’s Fifth.

Therefore, the good of man must be the end of the science of politics.

God created man, but I could do better.

A man never tells you anything until you contradict him.

Stand-up can take you in so many different places, man. So many doors can be opened up from stand-up comedy, and the first one that was opened up for me was acting. But you can go from acting to being a TV personality to being a radio personality to being a writer to being a producer, to just being a visionary, to voiceover work.

The man who occupies the first place seldom plays the principal part.

Behind every successful man is a woman, behind her is his wife.

I would like to express the thoughts of a man who, having finally penetrated the partitions and ceilings of little countries, little coteries, little sects, rises above all these categories and finds himself a child and citizen of the Earth.

One man cannot practice many arts with success.

It is unnecessary to say that Fidel Castro possesses the high qualities of a fighter and statesman: our path, our struggle, and our triumph we owed to his vision.

As long as the reason of man continues fallible, and he is at liberty to exercise it, different opinions will be formed.

A woman can’t be alone. She needs a man. A man and a woman support and strengthen each other. She just can’t do it by herself.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

I believe that a man is the strongest soldier for daring to die unarmed.

Nature is relentless and unchangeable, and it is indifferent as to whether its hidden reasons and actions are understandable to man or not.

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

From a purely positivist point of view, man is the most mysterious and disconcerting of all the objects met with by science.

If you think you can slander a woman into loving you, or a man into voting for you, try it till you are satisfied.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge.

A man cannot become an atheist merely by wishing it.

Indeed, we’re strongest when the face of America isn’t only a soldier carrying a gun but also a diplomat negotiating peace, a Peace Corps volunteer bringing clean water to a village, or a relief worker stepping off a cargo plane as floodwaters rise.

I do like Burial; he’s so curiously clumsy, you can’t help but be moved. It’s so un-Hollywood, and the rhythms are so un-danceable.

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.

The world, we are told, was made especially for man – a presumption not supported by all the facts. A numerous class of men are painfully astonished whenever they find anything, living or dead, in all God’s universe, which they cannot eat or render in some way what they call useful to themselves.

A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

No man, however strong, can serve ten years as schoolmaster, priest, or Senator, and remain fit for anything else.

A statesman who confines himself to popular legislation – or, for the matter of that, a playwright who confines himself to popular plays – is like a blind man’s dog who goes wherever the blind man pulls him, on the ground that both of them want to go to the same place.