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.
How wrong it is for woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than set out to create it herself.
He that has not got a Wife, is not yet a compleat Man.
Every woman adores a Fascist.
Don’t wait for the good woman. She doesn’t exist.
As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don’t start measuring her limbs.
Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.
And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.
A woman’s guess is much more accurate than a man’s certainty.
