What a sad thing men are. Can’t do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can’t build something up without tearing it
down.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something without tearing it down.
It ain't the Spackle that drove us to the end.
It was ourselves.

Men, I think, are not capable of doing nothing, of saying nothing, of not reacting to injustice, of not protesting against oppression, of not striving for the good of society and the good life in the ways they see it.

We men are wretched things.

Men's weaknesses are often necessary to the purposes of life.

Unfortunately it is the weak who destroy the strong.

Men will not look at things as they really are, but as they wish them to be — and are ruined.

Todo cuanto han hecho los hombres, los hombres lo pueden destruir.

Think about it: what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellow men. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.

Well we can't be strong

When men do wrong, it is out of hardness; when women do wrong, it is out of weakness.

If men had all they wished, they would be often ruined.

Man is weak and when he makes strength his profession he is even weaker.

To be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering.