There is always a type of man who says he loves his fellow men, and expects to make a living at it.

Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.

Man has an incurable habit of not fulfilling the prophecies of his fellow men.

An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.

If a person loves only one other person, and is indifferent to his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.