Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.
I just invent, then wait until man comes around to needing what I've invented.
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
A desire to be observed, considered, esteemed, praised, beloved, and admired by his fellows is one of the earliest as well as the keenest dispositions discovered in the heart of man.
In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.
Stupid men are often capable of things the clever would not dare to contemplate...
A man is not rightly conditioned until he is a happy, healthy, and prosperous being; and happiness, health, and prosperity are the result of a harmonious adjustment of the inner with the outer of the man with his surroundings.
How can you thank a man for giving you what's already yours? How then can you thank him for giving you only part of what is yours?
A man's feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.
Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.
If you can't say something good about someone, sit right here by me.
Humanism was not wrong in thinking that truth, beauty, liberty, and equality are of infinite value, but in thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.
It is a waste of energy to be angry with a man who behaves badly, just as it is to be angry with a car that won't go.
The whole universe is contained within a single human being – you.
Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone's task is unique as his specific opportunity to implement it.
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
We may have different religions, different languages, different colored skin, but we all belong to one human race.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others, crazy?
