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The media no longer ask those who know something to share that knowledge with the public. Instead they ask those who know nothing to represent the ignorance of the public and, in so doing, to legitimate it.

If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.
Even the wisest woman you talk to is ignorant of something you may know, but an elegant woman never forgets her elegance.
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide.
I am an agnostic; I do not pretend to know what many ignorant men are sure of.
Religion enables us to ignore nothingness and get on with the jobs of life.
People with insufficient personalities are fond of cats. These people adore being ignored.
A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.
Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil --or else an absolute ignorance.
One who shows signs of mental aberration is, inevitably, perhaps, but cruelly, shut off from familiar, thoughtless intercourse, partly excommunicated; his isolation is unwittingly proclaimed to him on every countenance by curiosity, indifference, aversion, or pity, and in so far as he is human enough to need free and equal communication and feel the lack of it, he suffers pain and loss of a kind and degree which others can only faintly imagine, and for the most part ignore.
The secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you're in control of your life. If you don't, life controls you.
Do something every day that you don't want to do. This is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.
I can sympathize with people's pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.
We take greater pains to persuade others we are happy than in trying to think so ourselves.
Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.
Wisdom is nothing more than healed pain.
Suspicion is most often useless pain.
He who begins and does not finish loves their pains.
Next to ingratitude the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.
Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.
In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. He is the man who has lost everything except his reason.
Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men.
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.
It is not her body that he wants but it is only through her body that he can take possession of another human being, so he must labor upon her body, he must enter her body, to make his claim.
There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn't bother to change while there are women like that around.
Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
A man's women folk, whatever their outward show of respect for his merit and authority, always regard him secretly as an ass, and with something akin to pity. His most gaudy sayings and doings seldom deceive them; they see the actual man within, and know him for a shallow and pathetic fellow. In this fact, perhaps, lies one of the best proofs of feminine intelligence, or, as the common phrase makes it, feminine intuition.
Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams.
The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through man's passions, nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.
It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son -- and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.
Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.
Women serve but to keep a man from better company.
The fact is, you have fallen lately, Cecily, into a bad habit of thinking for yourself. You should give it up. It is not quite womanly... men don't like it.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
The main difference between men and woman is that men are lunatics and woman are idiots.
When women go wrong, men go right after them.
If women were humbler, men would be more honest.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
A woman who takes things from a man is called a girlfriend, a man who takes things from a woman is called a gigolo.
He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Men are like the earth and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other, because they don't see it -- but there is.
Just as women are afraid of receiving, men are afraid of giving.
Men are motivated and empowered when they feel needed. Women are motivated and empowered when they feel cherished.
It seems as though women keep growing. Eventually they can have little or nothing in common with the men they chose long ago.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
I don't know why women want any of the things men have when one the things that women have is men.
Whatever evil a man may think of women, there is no woman but thinks more.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover -- but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.
Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.
Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.
Man loves little and often. Woman much and rarely.
Guys are simple... women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.
Man forgives women anything save the wit to outwit him.
it's a sex object if you're pretty and no love or love and no sex if you're fat
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.
Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.
Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.
It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.
I must have women -- there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
Women lie about their age; men lie about their income.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
There is a French saying: Love is the dawn of marriage, and marriage is the sunset of love.
Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.
Once a man is on hand, a woman tends to stop believing in her own beliefs.
Upscale young men seem to go for the kind of woman who plays with a full deck of credit cards, who won't cry when she's knocked to the ground while trying to board the six o clock Eastern shuttle, and whose schedule doesn't allow for a sexual encounter lasting more than twelve minutes.
And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being the helpless prey of impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, and crowning injury inflicts upon him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.
Being sorry is the highest act of selfishness, seeing value only after discarding it.
Every time a woman makes herself laugh at her husband's often-told jokes she betrays him. The man who looks at his woman and says "What would I do without you?" is already destroyed.
Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

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