Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.