The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.

The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin man is wildly signaling to be let out.

In a perfect union the man and woman are like a strung bow. Who is to say whether the string bends the bow, or the bow tightens the string?

When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized. Why has he acquired a seventy years life-span only to poison it incurably by the mere being of himself? Why has he thrown Conscience, like a dead rat, to putrefy in the well?