The more men have to lose, the less willing are they to venture.

If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend: such nails are then thrown into the dust or into the furnace.

When men lack a sense of awe, there will be disaster.

Men, single and in couples, shuffling past them, answering no questions. Tin hats on back of heads, and no tin hats, tin hats with splinter-ragged sandbag-coverings; men without rifles, haggard, bloodshot-eyed, slouching past in loose file, slouching on anywhere, anyhow, staggering under rifles and equipment, some with jaws sagging, puttees coiled mud-balled around ankles, feet in shapeless mud boots, swelled beyond feeling, men slouching on beyond fatigue and hope, on and on and on. GS waggons with loads of sleeping bodies. Stretcher-bearers plodding desperate-faced. Men slavering and rolling their bare-teethed heads, slobbering and blowing, blasting brightness behind their eye-balls, supported by listless cripples.

Parties weaken themselves by their fear of capable men.

Of all tools used in the shadow of the moon, men are the most apt to get out of order.

Certain winds will make men's temper bad.

Most men would feel insulted, if it were proposed to employ them in throwing stones over a wall, and then in throwing them back, merely that they might earn their wages. But many are no more worthily employed now.

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

The men had scattered in all directions, which men are inclined to do when women leave them to their own devices for any length of time. I believe they are easily bored.

Cuando lo hombres renuncian voluntariamente a su libertad po su seguridad, pronto pierden incluso esa degradada seguridad

Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.