Quotes About Men

Fools and obstinate men make rich lawyers. #satyamevjayate

Men's ignorance makes the pot boil for priests.

It is for the good of states that men should be deluded by religion.

The tragedy of Tupac is that his untimely passing is representative of too many young black men in this country....If we had lost Oprah Winfrey at 25, we would have lost a relatively unknown, local market TV anchorwoman. If we had lost Malcolm X at 25, we would have lost a hustler named Detroit Red. And if I had left the world at 25, we would have lost a big-band trumpet player and aspiring composer--just a sliver of my eventual life potential.

I don't know what is in the hearts of evil men. But I know what is in the heart of a good man, and it is horrible.

Impatience makes fools of clever men...

Alan Loy McGinnis, author of the best-selling The Friendship Factor, says that America's leading psychologists and therapists estimate that only 10 percent of all men ever have any real friends.2

Both sexes are equal. Both bear the image of God and are equal in their standing and in their spiritual gifts for service.

The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men.

Dominion is all about conquest; that's what we're made for. Men live for a cause, and this is the cause-the crusade to which we have been called-to make manifest the reign of Jesus Christ.

It is often hard for an irreligious age to recognize that religion has in fact been capable of dividing men as effectually as political doctrine or economic status, but unless the fact is recognized the history of the Middle Ages will remain a meaningless labyrinth

Before the rise of Deism, Calvin condemned the pragmatic deism which relegated God to heaven and left the government of the world to men.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

My half brothers, like so many men and boys, have the impatience of the entitled.

My half brothers, like so many men and boys, have the impatience of the entitled. (Aaliya)

The men go out to greet the arrivals. A hundred men come out of the cars, some with machine guns. Shots are fired in the air. They scream, they shout, they hail the hero. The groom will be getting some tonight. The men have come to collect their prize. More men shouting, some come into the house. She stands. The strange man, the groom she has met only twice, smiles at her. She walks out with him.

The very psychology of men and women about their mutual relation is changing and becoming the psychology of the primitive fighting elements, rather than of humanity seeking its completeness through the union based upon mutual self-surrender.

I have never been able to make out," I began, "why women are so shy about being caught reading poetry. We men--lawyers, mechanics, or what not--may well feel ashamed. If we must read poetry, it should be at dead of night, within closed doors. But you women are so akin to poesy. The Creator Himself is a lyric poet, and Jayadeva must have practised the divine art seated at His feet.

cruelly unjust both in their act and their thought, accompanied by a feeling that they are helping the world to receive its deserts; men who are honest can blindly go on robbing others of their

those who cannot find food for their enthusiasm in a knowledge of their country as it actually is, or those who cannot love men just because they are men—who needs must shout and deify their country in order to keep up their excitement—these love excitement more than their country. To

What I really feel is this, that those who cannot find food for their enthusiasm in a knowledge of their country as it actually is, or those who cannot love men just because they are men—who needs must shout and deify their country in order to keep up their excitement—these love excitement more than their country.

The organization called Alcoholics Anonymous is doing a wonderful job in trying to rehabilitate some of these men.

the disgust that exists indelibly between men and women and that you are always trying to purge with what you call frankness. As soon as you cease to be frank, you see a stain, you are forced to acknowledge imperfection, and you want only to run away and hide in shame.

I was used to the sound and was barely startled by it, and in that half-conscious state I could hear it as all strange things. Sometimes I liked to imagine, I told him, that it was the sound of wicked men blowing their brains out, one after another. 'Huh,' he said, with a grudging half-smile. 'Wicked men don't do that. Anyway, you'd probably like those men if you got to know them. Nothing evil ever dies. Especially not of remorse.