The nastiness of women [in the 14th century] was generally perceived at the close of life when a man began to worry about hell, and his sexual desire in any case fading.

Woman [in the 14th century] was the Church's rival, the temptress, the distraction, the obstacle to holiness, the Devil's decoy.

She hasn't been attending a weekly women's discussion group down here for nothing. She feels indignant enough, independent enough, to get up and march into the kitchen and open the cabinet doors and pull down the Campari bottle and an orange-juice glass.

The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.

It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her, if she is pretty, and to someone else if she is plain.

Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man, some think even greater.