Quotes About Complexity

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

Man: The most complex of beings, and thus the most dependent of beings. On all that made you up, you depend.

Such instances of the almost infinite unpredictability of man are known to social scientists, but they are no more affected by them than the asylum inmate is by being told that he is not Napoleon.

Perhaps, when a man has special knowledge and special powers like my own, it rather encourages him to seek a complex explanation when a simpler one is at hand.

I could weep for a river-valley, and I have. But for a country? Oh man, I don't know.

Men simply don't understand how women are. They think there's some other kind.

You think of George Washington, this man who was larger than life, and in some ways he was. But at the same time, he's just a person.

Abraham Lincoln was a melancholy man, so he had a dark side that appeals to horror fans.

There is no knowing what is in a man's heart.

Men never sound more stupid than when they're telling you they're a very complex personality.

Men suck. - Not all men. Just the really good ones.

I like women who are so real that they become as cowardly as certain men, as heroic as others and as sexual and dominating as men can be. And as you can imagine everything I do is [misunderstood].

The system of life on this planet is so astoundingly complex that it was a long time before man even realized that it was a system at all and that it wasn't something that was just there.

I met a man once who told me that far from believing in the square root of minus one, he didn't believe in minus one. This is at any rate a consistent attitude.

Youth is the period of harsh judgments, and a man seldom learns until he reaches thirty that human nature is made up not of simples, but of compounds.

I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?

My photos tend to be confusing. I show a great many vistas.

Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.

I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Most, a dash between the two.

A novelist is a man who doesn't like his mother.

Men rush toward complexity; but yearn for simplicity.

The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch of the devil, a touch of the saint, a touch of the citizen. Nay, the really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

Our errors and our controversies, in the sphere of morality, arise sometimes from looking on men as though they could be altogether bad, or altogether good.