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Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.
It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
There are two kind of men,’ said Ka, in a didatic voice. ‘The first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girls eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man — and I am in this category — can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.
Women are their own worst enemies. And guilt is the main weapon of self-torture…Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.
Men and women, they were beautiful and wild, all a little violent under their pleasant ways and only a little tamed.
‘Oh, it’s always the same,’ she sighed, ‘if you want men to behave well to you, you must be beastly to them; if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it.’
Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.
