Neither can men, by the same principles, be considered as lands, goods, or houses, among possessions. It is necessary that all property should be inferiour to its possessor. But how does the slave differ from his master, but by chance?

It is not easy to see how the more extreme forms of nationalism can long survive when men have seen the Earth in its true perspective as a single small globe against the stars.

If the adjustment made by a court can be accepted or not, it will be refused whenever the men can gain more by continuing the strike, with whatever of violence that involves.

The maxims of men reveal their characters.

Some very plausible stuff is being written by women in a way that most men are not doing.

My feminism is humanism, with the weakest being those who I represent, and that includes many beings and life forms, including some men.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

It is easy enough to praise men for the courage of their convictions. I wish I could teach the sad young of this mealy generation the courage of their confusions.

The farewell between Hitler and Mussolini at the station was very affectionate. Both men were moved.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

I think men are allowed to be fat and bald and ugly and women aren't. And it's just not - there is no equality there.

I remember becoming aware of women's issues and inequality. It became glaringly clear to me when I was living in America that women are regarded as less intelligent than men.

Men don't want any responsibility, and neither do I.

Whenever we have thanked these men and women for what they have done for us, without exception they have expressed gratitude for having the chance to help - because they grew as they served.

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.