The great object is that every man be armed.

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man is his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past.

There's a duality in every man and every woman.

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.

He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.

I would like to believe every man is a one-woman man.