"Une femme est d'une plus grande utilité pour notre vie si elle y est, au lieu d'un élément de bonheur, un instrument de chagrin, et il n'y en a pas une seule dont la possession soit aussi précieuse que celle des vérités qu'elle nous découvre en nous faisant souffrir."

"The gray mare will prove the better horse."

"Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind. Let all her ways be unconfin'd; And clap your padlock—on her mind."

"That if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they."

"Give God thy broken heart, He whole will make it: Give woman thy whole heart, and she will break it."

"Any woman who has a career and a family automatically develops something in the way of two personalities, like two sides of a dollar bill, each different in design. But one can complement the other to make a valuable whole. Her problem is to keep one from draining the life from the other. She can achieve happiness only as long as she keeps the two in balance."

"Ὦ διὰ τῶν θυρίδων καλὸν ἐμβλέποισα, παρθένε τὰν κεφαλάν, τὰ δ᾽ἔνερθε νύμφα."

"And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anæmia. * * * * * In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion."

"I know that a woman's nature is thought too weak to endure a secret; but good rearing and excellent companionship go far towards strengthening the character, and it is my happy lot to be both the daughter of Cato and the wife of Brutus."

"She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashioned halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks: She went from op’ra, park, assembly, play, To morning-walks, and prayers three hours a day; To pass her time ’twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o’er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Court the slow clock, and dine exact at noon."

"If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all."

"With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart."

"Heaven gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin, to weep, and cully human race."

"Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alone, and e'en in Paradise unblest, With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker saw, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God."

"Woman's at best a contradiction still."

"And mistress of herself, though china fall."

"O! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She who can own a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules. Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys."

"Men some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake; Men some to quiet, some to public strife; But every lady would be queen for life."

"Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live."

"Ladies, like variegated tulips, show 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe."

"Most women have no characters at all."

"Così fan tutti."

"Qu'est-ce qu'une femme? Celle qui fait les heureux et qui console les malheureux."

"Les années qu'une femme retranche de son âge ne sont pas perdues: elles sont ajoutées à l'âge des autres femmes."

"L'intelligence des femmes est inférieure à celle des hommes; toute femme qui tente de le nier travaille à le prouver."

"Oh! say not woman's heart is bought With vain and empty treasure. * * * * * Deep in her heart the passion glows; She loves and loves forever."

"When her guests were awash with champagne and with gin She was recklessly sober, as sharp as a pin: An abstemious man would reel at her look As she rolled a bright eye and praised his last book."

"Postremo modus muliebris nullust: numquam Lavando et fricando scimus facere finem."

"Mulier profecto nata est ex ipsa mora."

"Mulier recte olet, ubi nihil olet."

"Mulieri nimio male facere melius est onus, quam bene."

"Multa sunt mulierum vitia, sed hoc e multis maximum, Cum sibi nimis placent, nimisque operam dant ut placeant viris."

"Nam multum loquaces merito omnes habemus, Nec mutam profecto repertam ullam esse Hodie dicunt mulierem ullo in seculo."

"Laïs of the haughty smile, The despair of Greece erewhile, Whose doors fond gallants wont to crowd, Hath her glass to Venus vowed: "Since what I am I will not see, And cannot what I used to be.""

"In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."

"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air."

"Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you."

"Since God chose His spouse from among women, most excellent Lady, because of your honor, not only should men refrain from reproaching women but should also hold them in great reverence."

"The First Time she was grave, as well she might, For Women will be damn'd sullen the first Night; But faith, they'l quickly mend, so be n't uneasie: To Night she's brisk, and trys New Tricks to please ye."

"Women are like posters. One is stuck on top of another and covers it completely. Perhaps just for a moment, when the paste is still soft and the paper still wet and slightly transparent, you may still catch a vague impression of the splashes of color of the first, but soon there's no more trace of it. Then, when the second one is removed, both come away together, leaving your memory and your heart as blank as a wall."

"Those who always speak well of women do not know them sufficiently; those who always speak ill of them do not know them at all."

"I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'Tis less of earth than heaven."

"Affections are as thoughts to her, the measure of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness, of young flowers; And lonely passions, changing oft, so fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns,—the idol of past years!"

"Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out."

"For me, there are only two kinds of women — goddesses and doormats."