I don't want to be a silly temptress. I cannot see any sense in getting dressed up and doing nothing but tempting men in pictures.
Men must know their limitations.
Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Men and women are like right and left hands; it doesn't make sense not to use both.
Men who are engaged in public life must necessarily aim at reducing opposition to a minimum, and one of the most obvious means to that end is by misrepresenting, discrediting or ruining their opponents.
The solution to women's issues can only be achieved in a free and democratic society in which human energy is liberated, the energy of both women and men together. Our civilization is called human civilization and is not attributed only to men or women.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.
I've always loved movies about con men. I think con men are as American as apple pie.
You could make a case that women addicted men to their sexuality and then withdrew their sexuality until we provided them with a source of income.
I think that men know how to romance a woman and most do it well, at least for a time, otherwise women wouldn't marry them. The problem is that most of them begin to rest on their laurels.
Five days a week I drive from our home to the Episcopal Cathedral Center of Los Angeles where I have an office, my computer, and a wonderful sense of community - especially nurtured by the presence of several younger gay men and women who are good friends.
That's something the head scarf, in a symbolic way, is meant to do in Arabic culture: it defines your relationship to your husband and the men of your family differently than your relationship to the average guy on the street you've never met.
I spent my childhood clad in 1970s hand-me-downs, primarily from male cousins, which mainly consisted of a selection of beige, brown and orange dungarees. That, combined with a perfectly round pudding-bowl haircut, made me look, on a good day, like a cross between Ann Widdecombe, one of the Flower Pot Men, and a monk.
Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
Men have become the tools of their tools.
First, then, State Socialism, which may be described as the doctrine that all the affairs of men should be managed by the government, regardless of individual choice.
I don't envy men and I certainly wouldn't like to become one now.
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
Everybody wants to say females aren't as funny as men. That's not true. You just don't see as many because it takes a lot to do this occupation.
Heaven never helps the men who will not act.
This crowd did not diminish through the whole of that cold, wet day; they seemed not to know what was to by their fate since their great benefactor was dead, and though strong and brave men wept when I met them.
Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.
Women are more complicated communicators than men, who have a tendency to pronounce and bloviate, and that makes for better writing in talky work.
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
Now I look back and think if I'd spent more time enjoying myself instead of crying into my pillow over men, my 20s would have been fabulous!
Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.
I like ungroomed men. The relaxed look. I don't like fussy guys. Just shower and use deodorant.
Every industry, as it comes to a certain level of maturity, there is consolidation. In that consolidation, some fall, but the men will always be there. It is the boys that get sloughed, I would say.
For some reason, I find that in the course of my career I've worked with more women than most men have.
Men long for an afterlife in which there apparently is nothing to do but delight in heaven's wonders.
It was in the Papal States that I studied the Roman Question. I traveled over every part of the country; I conversed with men of all opinions, examined things very closely, and collected my information on the spot.
Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence.
The men who died at D-Day did not die shoulder-to-shoulder with their French comrades. They died to liberate the French from a sinister and brutal occupation.
I love being a woman. I love the sexiness we get to exude. But the best thing about being a woman is the power we have over men.
