I knew a man who had a dumb wife. He was ever so happy.
I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.
I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman’s inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman’s fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men.
I do not regard the rise of woman as a bad sign. Rather do I fancy that her traditional subordination was itself an artificial and undesirable condition based on Oriental influences. Our virile Teutonic ancestors did not think their wives unworthy to follow them into battle, or scorn to dream of winged Valkyries bearing them to Valhalla.
I didn’t mind it being a world of men as long as I was a woman in it.
I believe that you can have deep Spirtual or religious beliefs and still support women having complete control of their bodies.
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is almost indestructible.
How wrong it is for woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than set out to create it herself.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she was a perfectly rational being?
He that has not got a Wife, is not yet a compleat Man.
He is attached to woman—or rather he attaches woman—not to take pleasure in her but to take pleasure in himself.[about man]
God gave woman hysterics as a relief.[Бог женщине послал истерику любя.]
