Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust.
The man who has a dogmatic creed has more time left for his business.
Compliments have lost their lure by the time a man does not have to fish for them.
Man is sadly retarded by allowable imperfections.
It would be as natural for a full-grown tiger to mew as for a man released from the slavery of imitations ever to go back to his neighbor again with: What do you think of this? What do you advise about that?
The man who is too old to learn was probably always too old to learn.
Man is liberated from his illusions to make room for a fresh set.
The man who feels that he must be hopeful and cheerful to get along ignores the careers of some pretty successful misanthropes.
When a man's success becomes commonplace to him, it is his success no longer.
By an unfailing coincidence, the man who wrongs us is a villain, and the man who does us a kindness is a saint.
Where you find imagination tracing the outlines and reason filling in the details, there you have a man.