Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.

If we take the generally accepted definition of bravery as a quality which knows no fear, I have never seen a brave man. All men are frightened. The more intelligent they are, the more they are frightened.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

To survive, men and business and corporations must serve.

Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

The mind cannot support moral chaos for long. Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs.

If all men knew what others say of them, there would not be four friends in the world.

Men blaspheme what they do not know.

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.