the average man does not want to be free. he simply wants to be safe.

The masses do not like those who surpass them in any regard. The average man envies and hates those who are different.

When men are easy in their circumstances, they are naturally enemies to innovations.

The ordinary man is an anarchist. He wants to do as he likes. He may want his neighbour to be governed, but he himself doesn't want to be governed. He is mortally afraid of government officials and policemen.

Most men go through life unchallenged, except at the final moment.

I don’t think of my fellow men as dangerous. I think of them as capable of occasional dangerous mistakes.

The man who does not enjoy doing noble actions is not a good man at all.

The man who is afraid to risk failure seldom has to face success.

Avoid conflict and trouble, for enough of it fetches to a man without his asking.

The ordinary man is the curse of civilization.

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could play the game in his place.

Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.

Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.

The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few things for which he cares sufficiently; but he is willing, in great crises, to give even his life — knowing that under certain conditions it is not worth while to live. He is of a disposition to do men service, though he is ashamed to have a service done to him. To confer a kindness is a mark of superiority; to receive one is a mark of subordination... He does not take part in public displays... He is open in his dislikes and preferences; he talks and acts frankly, because of his contempt for men and things... He is never fired with admiration, since there is nothing great in his eyes. He cannot live in complaisance with others, except it be a friend; complaisance is the characteristic of a slave... He never feels malice, and always forgets and passes over injuries... He is not fond of talking... It is no concern of his that he should be praised, or that others should be blamed. He does not speak evil of others, even of his enemies, unless it be to themselves. His carriage is sedate, his voice deep, his speech measured; he is not given to hurry, for he is concerned about only a few things; he is not prone to vehemence, for he thinks nothing very important. A shrill voice and hasty steps come to a man through care... He bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of his circumstances, like a skillful general who marshals his limited forces with the strategy of war... He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy whereas the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy, and is afraid of solitude.