Men are just as vain as women, and sometimes even more so.

Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak, and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.

No consensus of men can make an error erroneous. We can only find or commit an error, not create it. When we commit an error, we say what was an error already.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.

People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little.

Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men.

There are certain moments when we might wish the future were built by men of the past.

To say of men that they are bad is to say they are worse than we think we are, or worse than the ideal man whose image we have built up on the basis of a certain few.

Kill a man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conquerer. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

Although Dorothy in Blue Velvet was humiliated and hurt by men, basically I could react to how she felt.

I've never played a character where I've had so much fun on the physical end. I don't want to say I like it too much but it's fun having a gun on you and getting to manhandle men.

Besides the physical strains I realized men can be pigs to women even when it's a man dressed as one.

But say some, would you expose woman to the contact of rough, rude, drinking, swearing, fighting men at the ballot box? What a humiliating confession lies in this plea for keeping woman in the background!

Much is said about the burdens and responsibilities of married men. Responsibilities indeed there are, if they but felt them: but as to burdens what are they?