"... when we women sin, 'tis not By art; it is not easy, it is not light; It is our agony shot through with bliss: We sway and rock and suffer ere we fall."

"We cannot choose; our faces madden men!"

"In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant."

"Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered."

"Women's liberation could have not succeeded if science had not provided them with contraception and household technology."

"When a man is gone, all are wont to praise him, and should your merit be ever so transcendent, you will still find it difficult not merely to overtake, but even to approach their renown. The living have envy to contend with, while those who are no longer in our path are honoured with a goodwill into which rivalry does not enter. On the other hand, if I must say anything on the subject of female excellence to those of you who will now be in widowhood, it will be all comprised in this brief exhortation. Great will be your glory in not falling short of your natural character; and greatest will be hers who is least talked of among the men, whether for good or for bad."

"Crede ratem ventis, animum ne crede puellis; namque est feminea tutior unda fide. femina nulla bona est, vel, si bona contigit una, nescio quo fato est res mala facta bona."

"To chase the clouds of life's tempestuous hours, To strew its short but weary way with flow'rs, New hopes to raise, new feelings to impart, And pour celestial balsam on the heart; For this to man was lovely woman giv'n, The last, best work, the noblest gift of Heav'n."

"Silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts."

"I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence."

"Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak. If they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church."

"But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering."

"Man is not of the woman, but the woman of the man. And man was not created for the cause of the woman, but the woman for the cause of man; and therefore ought the woman to have a power upon her head."

"Patience makes a woman beautiful in middle age."

"A woman is a foreign land."

"Ah, wasteful woman! she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapen'd Paradise! How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine, Which, spent with due respective thrift, Had made brutes men and men divine."

"The noblest study of mankind is man, but the most fascinating study of womankind is another woman's wardrobe."

"She is older than the rocks among which she sits: like the vampire, she has been dead many times, and learned the secrets of the grave; and has been a diver in deep seas and keeps their fallen day about her; and trafficked for strange webs with Eastern merchants; and, as Leda, was the mother of Helen of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother of Mary; and all this has been to her but as the sound of lyres and flutes, and lives only in the delicacy with which it has moulded the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the hands."

"Kind Katherine to her husband kiss'd these words, "Mine own sweet Will, how dearly do I love thee!" "If true," quoth Will, "the world no such affords." And that it's true I durst his warrant be: For ne'er heard I of woman, good or ill, But always lovèd best her own sweet will."

"Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you."

"He was as much an admirer of the fair sex, so that when once on a specially dashing woman appearing in the gallery of the New South Wales Assembly, and Parkes being asked who she was, replied in sardonic style: "Well I don't know myself. I've asked George Reid and Wise, and they don't know, from which I conclude that she must be a woman of good reputation.""

"The ladies men admire, I’ve heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They’d rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from powders and from paints... So far, I’ve had no complaints."

"Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses."

"Yet this the need of woman, this her curse: To range her little gifts, and give, and give, Because the throb of giving’s sweet to bear."

"Zeus, in place of fire, bestowed another fire, woman. Would that neither woman nor fire had come into being! Fire, it is true, is soon put out, but woman is a fire unquenchable, flaming, ever alight."

"If we take a survey of ages and of countries, we shall find the women, almost—without exception—at all times and in all places, adored and oppressed. Man, who has never neglected an opportunity of exerting his power, in paying homage to their beauty, has always availed himself of their weakness. He has been at once their tyrant and their slave."

"Male conspiracy cannot explain all female failures. ... Genius is not checked by social obstacles: it will overcome. Men's egotism, so disgusting in the talentless, is the source of their greatness as a sex. ... Even now, with all vocations open, I marvel at the rarity of the woman driven by artistic or intellectual obsession, that self-mutilating derangement of social relationship which, in its alternate forms of crime and ideation, is the disgrace and glory of the human species."

"There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper."

"If civilization had been left in female hands, we would still be living in grass huts."

"The femme fatale is one of the most mesmerizing of sexual personae. She is not a fiction but an extrapolation of biologic realities in women that remain constant."

"Esse bonam facile est, ubi quod vetet esse remotum est."

"Et amârunt me quoque Nymphæ."

"Procul hinc, procul este, severae!"

"Nocte latent mendae, vitioque ignoscitur omni, Horaque formosam quamlibet illa facit."

"Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsae."

"Wit and woman are two frail things, and both the frailer by concurring."

"O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love."

"Who can describe Women's hypocrisies! their subtle wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies! Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds, The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods."

"What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was't betray'd the Capitol? A woman; Who lost Mark Antony the world? A woman; Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes? Woman; Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!"

"Everything takes a different flavour when a woman does it."

"Woman Is the Nigger of the World"

"Who trusts himself to women, or to waves, Should never hazard what he fears to lose."

"Amo, amas, I love a lass, As a cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nom'native case, And she's of the feminine gender."

"Myriad are the phantasies That trouble the still dreams of maidenhood, And wonderful the radiant entities Shaped in the passion of her brain and blood. O Fancy! through the realm of guesses fly, Unlock the rich abstraction of her heart (Her soul is second in the mystery): Trail thy gold meshes through the summer sky; Question her tender breathings as they part, Tell me, Revealer, that she thinks of me."

"(Nam) corporea pulchritudo in pelle solummodo constat. Nam si viderent homines hoc quod subtus pellem est, sicut lynces in Boetia cernere interiora feruntur, mulieres videre nausearent. Iste decor in flegmate, et sanguine, et humore, ac felle, consistit. Si quis enim considerat quae intra nares, et quae intra fauces, et quae intra ventrem lateant, sordes utique reperiet. Et si nec extremis digitis flegma vel stercus tangere patimur, quomodo ipsum stercoris saccum amplecti desideramus?"

"Pinge, precor, pictor, tali candore puellam, Qualem pinxit Amor, qualem meus ignis anhelat. Nil pingendo neges; tegat omnia Serica vestis, Quae totum prodat tenui velamine corpus. Te quoque pulset amor, crucient pigmenta medullas: Si bonus es pictor, miseri suspiria pinge."

"Oh, God, who does not exist, you hate women, otherwise you'd have made them different. And Jesus, who snubbed your mother, you hate them more."

"She was a fine dashing woman, and without being either pretty or beautiful she gave the impression of being both, mostly from the splendid way she carried her head."