Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is.

Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.

Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.

Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.

A man or a race either if he's any good can survive his past without even needing to escape from it and not because of the high quite often only too rhetorical rhetoric of humanity but for the simple indubitable practical reason of his future: that capacity to survive and absorb and endure and still be steadfast.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

It seems impossible for a man to learn the value of money without first having to learn to waste it.

any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man