Quotes About Complexity

Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.

Man, at his best, remains a sort of one-lunged animal, never completely rounded and perfect, as a cockroach, say, is perfect.

To say that man is a compound of strength and weakness, light and darkness, smallness and greatness, is not to indict him, it is to define him.

. . . how man evolved with such an incredible reservoir of talent and such fantastic diversity isn't completely understood . . . he knows so little and has nothing to measure himself against.

The only useful answer to the question 'Who is smarter, a man or a woman?' is, which man and which woman?

... that order generated without design can far outstrip plans men consciously contrive

What I have always loved most in men is imperfection.

men love their wives not because of their virtues, but in spite of them.

I'm the definition of half man, half drugs.

I think Nature's imagination is so much greater than man's, she's never gonna let us relax!

Men and women would be even more unhappy if they really understood one another.

Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.

What a curious creature is man; with what a variety of powers and faculties is he endued; yet how easily is he disturbed and put out of order.

The universe extends beyond the mind of man, and is more complex than the small sample one can study.

In London, Man is the most secret animal on earth.

Dali was Renaissance man converted to psychoanalysis.

The heart of a man is like deep water

It is always the nearest, plainest and simplest principles that learned men comprehend last.

Men rush towards complexity, but they yearn towards simplicity. They try to be kings; but they dream of being shepherds.

The manlier you are, the harder it is to understand what a woman wants: there is not a hint of female brain in you.

What cruel creatures men are. Our bodies tell us to love so many, but there's room in our hearts for so few.

Tennyson seems to be the patron saint of the wishy washies, which is perhaps why I admire him so much, not only as a poet, but as a man.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

After all, man is a complicated being, why should he be explainable by logic?