Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.

A bad man is the sort who weeps every time he speaks of a good woman.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

Every man is crucified upon the cross of himself.