A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.
It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
It would be curious to know what leads a man to become a stationer rather than a baker, when he is no longer compelled, as among the Egyptians, to succeed to his father's craft.
The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.
Man dies in despair while the Spirit dies in ecstasy.