You know, it’s not fair. Women are judged inferior until we prove ourselves, and men are judged superior until they prove what assholes they are.
Women will not suffer their idol to step down from his pedestal. They do not forgive the slightest pettiness in a god.
Women who don’t marry wither up — they wither up like aspidistras in back-parlour windows; and the devilish thing is that they don’t even know that they’re withering.
Women upset everything. When you let them into your life, you find that the woman is driving at one thing and you’re driving at another.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.
Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
Women like to perform prodigies, break rocks, and soften natures which seem of iron.
Women like not only to conquer, but to be conquered.
Women lied to get a man into bed, and they lied worse once they had him there.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Women do not become exhausted, they only exhaust others.
