Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.

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

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.

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.