No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.
There is always a type of man who says he loves his fellow men, and expects to make a living at it.
There is no greater calling than to serve your fellow men. There is no greater contribution than to help the weak. There is no greater satisfaction than to have done it well.
There is no self-knowledge but an historical one. No one knows what he himself is who does not know his fellow men, especially the most prominent one of the community, the master's master, the genius of the age.
To achieve the mood of a warrior is not a simple matter. It is a revolution. To regard the lion and the water rats and our fellow men as equals is a magnificent act of a warrior's spirit. It takes power to do that.
My own experience is that there is no real effort in life that is not done better under encouragement and approval of our fellow men.
Human beings are creators, flinging powerful images into the minds of their fellow men. And all of these images are built of tiny particles of thought.
I always kind of thought I want to be a good person, I want to be right to my fellow men and love them like we're supposed to.
We shall suffer no attachment to literature, no taste for abstract discussion, no love of purely intellectual theories, to seduce us from our devotion to the cause of the oppressed, the down trodden, the insulted and injured masses of our fellow men.
What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.
The stronger the participation of the female characters, the better the movie. They knew that in the old days, when women stars were equally as important as men.
As female artists, we have to be constantly criticized for the way that we look, the way that we dress, on a whole other level that men don't have to face.
I've written songs about women since I've been involved with women, but I do know a few gay female artists who, back in the day, would write songs about men.
Take 'Ex Machina.' Everyone said it was one of the great feminist works of science fiction. But what I found disappointing is that everything about the main female character is defined by men.
I think there's something very lovely and hilarious about exploring the particular neuroses of the female mind. It's just not the same thing with men. I mean, there are exceptions, but for the most part, women beat themselves up in their heads more. They overanalyze stuff far more than men do.
The fact is that I find more most men are more open, more generous, and much more stimulating than the majority of females I know.
My dad's a beautiful man, but like a lot of Mexican men, or men in general, a lot of men have a problem with the balance of masculinity and femininity - intuition and compassion and tenderness - and get overboard with the macho thing. It took him a while to become more, I would say, conscious, evolved.
I want to show straight men and gay men alike that self-care and grooming isn't mutually exclusive with, like, femininity or masculinity.
I don't think feminism, as I understand the definition, implies the rejection of maternal values, nurturing children, caring about the men in your life. That is just nonsense to me.
Feminists wish women to seem like men. They're not men.
