A man who has nothing which he cares about more than he does about his personal safety is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the existing of better men than himself.
I'm hostile to men, I'm hostile to women, I'm hostile to cats, to poor cockroaches, I'm afraid of horses.
I'm insecure about everything, because… I'm never going to look in the mirror and see this blond, blue-eyed girl. That is my idea of what I'd like to look like.
In a world we find terrifying, we ratify that which doesn't threaten us.
Men are afraid to rock the boat in which they hope to drift safely through life's currents, when, actually, the boat is stuck on a sandbar. They would be better off to rock the boat and try to shake it loose, or, better still, jump in the water and swim for the shore.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.