Quotes to inspire and reflect

Women become attached to men by the favors they grant them; men are cured by these same favors.

Men are the reason that women do not love one another.

You don’t work no harder than me and yet you expects me to do the shopping, cooking, cleaning, and wash your filthy clothes, too, when I come home.

The consequence of a very free commerce between the sexes, and of their living much together, will often terminate in intrigues and gallantry.

Man is a wretch without woman; but woman is a monster—and thank Heaven, an almost impossible and hitherto imaginary monster—without man, as her acknowledged principal!

The average woman sees only the weak points in a strong man, and the good points in a weak one.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, / The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

Strange difference of sex, that time and circumstance, which enlarge the views of most men, narrow the views of women almost invariably.

When man and woman die, as poets sung, / His heart’s the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

The women I have loved I have desired for themselves, but also because I feared myself.

The innumerable conflicts that set fnen and women against one another come from the fact that neither is prepared to assume all the consequences of this situation which the one has offered and the other accepted.

Men live by forgetting—women live on memories.

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

What’s memory' but the ash / That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

In memory’s telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.

Memory, the priestess, / kills the present / and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

Our memories are independent of our wills. It is not so easy to forget.

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.

Forgetfulness transforms every occurrence into a non-occurrence.

It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age—strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.

A great memory does not make a philosopher, any more than a dictionary can be called a grammar.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

A strong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgment.

Memory is like all other human powers, with which no man can be satisfied who measures them by what he can conceive, or by what he can desire.

To be able to enjoy one’s past life is to live twice.

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

It would add much to human happiness, if an art could be taught of forgetting all of which the remembrance is at once useless and afflictive ... that the mind might perform its functions without incumbrance, and the pasLmight no longer encroach upon the present.

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

As we grow older, the memories of early life brighten, those of maturity and senescence grow dim and confused.

We forget because we must / And not because we will.

Any given program wall expand to fill all available memory.

As a rule, the man who can do all things equally well is a very mediocre individual.

The way to get on in the world is to be neither more nor less wise, neither better nor worse than your neighbours.

There is one thing pleasantly unconfusing about medicine. The direction and the end are fixed and the patient never works backward.

I doubt not that in due time, when the arts are brought to perfection, some means will be found to give a sound head to a man who has none at all.

Medicine being a compendium of the successive and contradictory mistakes of medical practitioners, when we summon the wisest of them to our aid, the chances are that we may be relying on a scientific truth the error of which will be recognized in a few years’ time.

It is medicine, not scenery, for which a sick man must go searching.

The general order of things that takes care of fleas and moles also takes care of men, if they will have the same patience that fleas and moles have, to leave it to itself.

What the mass media offer is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.

For prying into any human affairs, none are equal to those whom it does not concern.

A person should be free to do as he likes in his own concerns; but he ought not to be free to do as he likes in acting for another, under the pretext that the affairs of the other are his own affairs.

When the journey from means to end is not too long, the means themselves are enjoyed if the end is ardently desired.

A good man would prefer to be defeated than to defeat injustice by evil means.

When we deliberate it is about means and not ends.

Most of the great results of history are brought about by discreditable means.

The proverbist knows nothing of the two sides of a question. He knows only the roundness of answers.

It is more trouble to make a maxim than it is to do right.