Suspicion and jealousy never did help any man in any situation.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

The man and the movement seemed 'reactionary' in my eyes.

A red-headed man is not generally considered to be a sexual icon.

Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.

The man who has no sense of history, is like a man who has no ears or eyes.