The men whose manhood you have broken will loathe you, and will always be brooding and scheming to strike a fresh blow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.
Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.
Women are at once the guardians and the well-spring of the world's faith, morality, and tenderness; and if ever they are degraded to a commonplace level with men, this fine essential quality will be impaired, and their weakness will have to beg and follow where now it guides and controls.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.
I have never given up on men easily.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
All men die. You may say: 'Is that encouraging?' Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.
Most men are fragile.