There are men who can write poetry, and there are men who can read balance sheets. The men who can read balance sheets cannot write.
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
Doubtless the most miserable of men, under the most oppressive government in the world, if allowed the ballot, would use it, if they could see any chance of thereby ameliorating their condition.
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!
What young men nowadays don't realise is that ballroom dancing can be such a source of enjoyment.
I didn't think I could play in a band. It just wasn't an option - all band members were men, and bandleaders were men.
I need to just make as much noise and bang on as many doors as possible 'til men are, like, giving you the recognition.
It's not that we poor men are so powerful to be able to banish the devil. It's that God gives us the power.
Actors have given up their clout. Now decision making is in the hands of lighting men, designers, bankers, special-effects people. We need to cut that out and just go with the most able trained actors in the business.
The Holy Ghost is manifested to men and women on the earth both as the power and as the gift of the Holy Ghost. The power can come upon a person before baptism; it is the convincing witness that Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer.
We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.
Men are naturally barbarians, and that will remain forever. The passion, the love, and the lust is intensifying with time.
Everything, everything in war is barbaric... But the worst barbarity of war is that it forces men collectively to commit acts against which individually they would revolt with their whole being.
When I was growing up, my idea of a writer was someone like Sven Hassel, that mysterious Danish author who wrote thrillers about men clambering over walls and getting tangled in barbed wire.
Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with super-heroes. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie.
How is it they live in such harmony the billions of stars - when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds about someone they know.
Barking dogs occasionally bite, but laughing men hardly ever shoot.
The harsh truth is, most red-haired men look like blondes who've spoiled from lack of refrigeration. They look like brown-haired men who've been composted out behind the barn. Yet that same pigmentation that on a man can resemble leaf mold or junkyard rust, a woman wears like a tiara of rubies.
It were a real increase of human happiness, could all young men from the age of nineteen be covered under barrels, or rendered otherwise invisible; and there left to follow their lawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the age of twenty-five.
