With his gigantic personality, my grandfather burst onto the great political panorama of that era made up only of little men with little ideas.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
The establishment is made up of little men, very frightened.
Conceit is God's gift to little men.
Radio is a bag of mediocrity where little men with carbon minds wallow in sluice of their own making.
Great causes and little men go ill together.
This is what confuses me. People say, 'I believe that we landed on the Moon' but then they find it really far fetched that there can't be other planets where little men haven't travelled to ours.
I often get sent scripts about little men in big situations. There's a comic element to it, which is forces stacked against this little guy, and how is he going to defeat them?
You cannot help little men by tearing down big men.
