Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! It is - I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at - a period something like a printed page, b
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.