All right, so call me Miss Cliche of 1960, but the thing about the married ones that always spooks me is how sweet and attentive they are at first, when they're on the prowl.

Women are one and all a set of vultures.

There's no such thing, you know; as picking out the best woman: it's only a question of comparative badness, brother.

Woman is certainly the daughter of Delay personified!

It is a high distinction for a homely woman to be loved for her character rather than for beauty.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

Woman loves or hates: she knows no middle course.

She wavers, she hesitates: in a word, she is a woman.

Women see through each other, but they rarely look into themselves.

Women and elephants never forget an injury.