A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don’t feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I’d love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I’m not one of the boys.
In every bit of honest writing in the world there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love.
When you’re in love, when somebody says something like, ‘How can you be with that woman?’ you say, ‘What do you mean? I am with this goddess of love, the fulfillment of my whole life. Why are you saying this? Why do you want to throw a rock at her or punish me for being in love with her?’
When a woman is speaking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.[Quand une femme vous parle, regardez ce que disent ses yeux.]
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.[Sans la vanité, sans la coquetterie, sans la curiosité, sans la chute en un mot, la femme n’est pas la femme. Il y a dans sa grâce beaucoup de sa faiblesse.]