The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

At the same time as woman was becoming the showcase for wealth and caste, while men were slipping into relative anonymity and "handsome is as handsome does," she was emerging as the central emblem of western art.

Strange difference of sex, that time and circumstance, which enlarge the views of most men, narrow the views of women almost invariably.

Man is a wretch without woman; but woman is a monster-and thank Heaven, an almost impossible and hitherto imaginary monster--without man, as her acknowledged principal!

The consequence of a very free commerce between the sexes, and of their living much together, will often terminate in intrigues and gallantry.

Men are the reason that women do not love one another.

The clarity of gender makes possible the human dialectic. Let the lines of balanced tension go slack and the structure dissolves into the ooze of androgyny and narcissism.

Nowadays beautiful women are counted among the talents of their husbands.

The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.

Women are not men's equals in anything except responsibility. We are not their inferiors, either, or even their superiors. We are quite simply different races.