Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

Scientists have to have a metaphor. All scientists start with imagination.

I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.

Men blaspheme what they do not know.

Cynicism is something which has become symbolic of imperial policy.

We must conceive of this whole universe as one commonwealth of which both gods and men are members.

Men should be either treated generously or destroyed, because they take revenge for slight injuries – for heavy ones they cannot.

Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer.

That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history.

Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope.

It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Every day I go to my study and sit at my desk and put the computer on. At that moment, I have to open the door. It’s a big, heavy door. You have to go into the Other Room. Metaphorically, of course. And you have to come back to this side of the room. And you have to shut the door.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

There are many men who are forgotten, who are despised, and who are trampled on by their fellows, but there never was a man who was so despised as the everlasting God has been!

Video games are a waste of time for men with nothing else to do. Real brains don’t do that.

The reason men oppose progress is not that they hate progress, but that they love inertia.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles.

All men hate the nagging.

When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

When my ancestors came from Africa, they were shackled by our neck, our wrists, and our ankles in steel chains. I’ve turned those steel chains into gold to symbolize the fact that I’m still a slave, only my price tag is higher.

Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked.

We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience.

Stand a little less between me and the sun.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

One word from the Lord is like a piece of gold to a believer, who is like a jeweler, shaping and hammering out the promise for a number of weeks.

Men do not learn much from the lessons of history and that is the most important of all the lessons of history.

I noticed words crudely spray-painted upon the wall, perhaps by a young Berliner: ‚This wall will fall. Beliefs become reality.‘ Yes, across Europe, this wall will fall. For it cannot withstand faith; it cannot withstand truth. The wall cannot withstand freedom.

The successful men I admired all built their bodies.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

When they speak, dead frogs fall out of their mouths.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

Men have to do some awfully mean things to keep up their respectability.

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

Gold is good in its place; but loving, brave, patriotic men are better than gold.

Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure themselves against attack, and then they attack others.

Men have a respect for scholarship and learning greatly out of proportion to the use they commonly serve.

There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.

I think that I do feel that my nature is to express what this self, this particular self at this time, experiences in the world. And that is so organic – I use this metaphor a lot but I’ll use it again – it’s like a pine tree producing pine cones, or a blackberry bush producing blackberries – it’s just what happens with this being, now.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.

They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.

Victory is a fleeting thing in the gambling business. Today’s winners are tomorrow’s blinking toads, dumb beasts with no hope.

The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

States are as the men, they grow out of human characters.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

It is not history which uses men as a means of achieving – as if it were an individual person – its own ends. History is nothing but the activity of men in pursuit of their ends.

Risk is a part of God’s game, alike for men and nations.

Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.

You will find men who want to be carried on the shoulders of others, who think that the world owes them a living. They don’t seem to see that we must all lift together and pull together.

The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.

The big divide in this country is not between Democrats and Republicans, or women and men, but between talkers and doers.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

What men value in this world is not rights but privileges.