Some men have a silly theory about beautiful women - that somewhere along the line they'll turn into a monster. That movie gave them a chance to watch it happen.
That a man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
Men want girls. Most men want little girls. They want them in film. They want to look at them. That's all they want. An evolved man is not going to look that way.
Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal; While others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.
Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back to you.
This is the manner of noble souls: they do not want to have anything for nothing; least of all, life. Whoever is of the mob wants to live for nothing; we others, however, to whom life gave itself, we always think about what we might best give in return... One should not wish to enjoy where one does not give joy.
Wise men, when in doubt whether to speak or to keep quiet, give themselves the benefit of the doubt, and remain silent.
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?
Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.
If thou art able, O stranger, to find out all these things and gather them together in your mind, giving all the relations,thou shalt depart crowned with glory and knowing that thou hast been adjudged perfect in this species of wisdom.
Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.
The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.
I have no fear that the result of our experiment will be that men may be trusted to govern themselves without a master.
As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.
One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for manygenerations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light theuniverse with their admonishing smile.
Men naturally despise those who court them, but respect those who do not give way to them.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.