Woman was the second mistake of God.
Woman understands all things through love; what she does not understand she feels; what she does not feel she sees; when she neither sees, nor feels, nor understands, this angel of earth divines to protect you, and hides her protection beneath the grace of love.
Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she — forget now to charm.
Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter.
Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.
Without a woman we’d discuss racing cars and horses and tell dirty jokes; no civilization.
Who can find a virtuous woman? the proverb asks. For her price is above rubies. She seeketh wool and flax and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants’ ships, that bringeth food from afar.
Where there is neither love nor hatred in the game, woman’s play is mediocre.
When a woman isn’t beautiful, people always say, ‘You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.’[Когда женщина некрасива, то ей говорят: «у вас прекрасные глаза, у вас прекрасные волосы»…]
When a man has once loved a woman, he will do anything for her, except continue to love her.
When a man dies, it’s only him. And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman… A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is… infinite possibility.
