Old men are dangerous: it doesn't matter to them what is going to happen to the world.

We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

Some men see things as they are and say, ''Why?'' I of dream things that never were, and say, ''Why not?''

The whole world is strewn with snares, traps, gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by women

Men have to do some awfully mean things to keep up their respectability.

Nothing is ever done in this world until men are prepared to kill one another if it is not done.