"What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger Is woman! What a whirlwind is her head, And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger Is all the rest about her."

"A lady of a 'certain age', which means Certainly aged."

"But she was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet, Luxuriant, budding; cheerful without mirth."

"I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen."

"I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse The tyrant's wish, "that mankind only had One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce;" My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad, And much more tender on the whole than fierce; It being (not now, but only while a lad) That womankind had but one rosy mouth, To kiss them all at once, from North to South."

"There is a tide in the affairs of women, Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where."

"A lady with her daughters or her nieces Shine like a guinea and seven-shilling pieces."

"In her first passion woman loves her lover, In all the others all she loves is love."

"Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing!"

"Sweet is revenge—especially to women."

"Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman."

"But—Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?"

"Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies."

"She was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all."

"Soft as the memory of buried love, Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above."

"Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false."

"The souls of women are so small, That some believe they've none at all; Or if they have, like cripples, still They've but one faculty, the will."

"I may not here omit those two main plagues, and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people. They go commonly together."

"Women wear the breeches."

"It is a woman's reason to say I will do such a thing because I will."

"Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, They've ta'en me in, and a' that, But clear your decks, and—Here's the sex! I like the jads for a' that."

"Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her 'prentice hand she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O."

"Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn, Gay as the gilded summer sky, Sweet as the dewy milk-white thorn, Dear as the raptured thrill of joy."

"All the pleasing illusions ... are to be dissolved by this new conquering empire of 'light' and 'reason'. ... In this scheme of things, a king is only a man, a queen is only a woman; a woman is only an animal, and not an animal of the highest order. All homage paid to the female sex in general ... is to be regarded as romance and folly."

"A woman past forty should make up her mind to be young, not her face."

"Women are more powerful than they think. A mother's warmth is the essence of motivation. If we could liquefy the encouragement, care and compassion we deliver to our children it would surely fill an expanse greater than the Pacific."

"Of all cant in this most canting country, no species is at once more paltry and more dangerous than that which has been made the instrument of decrying female accomplishment. All that execrable twaddle about feminine retirement, and feminine ignorance, which we are doomed so often to hear, has done more towards making women scolds, and flirts, and scandal mongers, than people are well aware of. ... The soul of a woman is as fine an emanation from the Great Fountain of Spirit as that of a man."

"The female's defects—greed, hate, and delusion and other defilements—are greater than the male's."

"Les hommes sont cause que les femmes ne s'aiment point."

"Les femmes sont extrémes: elles sont meilleures ou pires que les hommes."

"... the mark God sets on woman, signifying so She should—shall peradventure—be divine."

"The woman yonder, there's no use of life But just to obtain her! heap earth's woes in one And bear them—make a pile of all earth's joys And spurn them, as they help or help not this; Only, obtain her!"

"Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there."

"He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed, Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed."

"Dear dead women, with such hair, too—what’s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old."

"She has laugh'd as softly as if she sigh'd, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well fill'd, and a heart well tried,— Oh, each a worthy lover! They "give her time;" for her soul must slip Where the world has set the grooving; She will lie to none with her fair red lip,— But love seeks truer loving."

"True genius, but true woman! dost deny Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn, And break away the gauds and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity? Ah, vain denial! that revolted cry Is sobb'd in by a woman's voice forlorn! Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn, Floats back dishevell'd strength in agony, Disproving thy man's name! and while before The world thou burnest in a poet-fire, We see thy woman-heart beat evermore Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher, Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore, Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire."

"A worthless woman! mere cold clay As all false things are! but so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware: I would not play her larcenous tricks To have her looks!"

"Never was lady on earth more true as woman and wife, Larger in judgment and instinct, prouder in manners and life."

"Women cannot judge for men."

"But I love you, sir: And when a woman says she loves a man, The man must hear her, though he love her not."

"If the day's work is scant, Why, call it scant; affect no compromise; And, in that we have nobly striven at least, Deal with us nobly, women though we be, And honour us with truth if not with praise."

"Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps, another!"

"You forget too much That every creature, female as the male, Stands single in responsible act and thought, As also in birth and death."

"The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, To put on when you’re weary."