The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

The white American man makes the white American woman maybe not superfluous but just a little kind of decoration. Not really important to turning around the wheels of the state. Well the black American woman has never been able to feel that way. No black American man at any time in our history in the United States has been able to feel that he didn't need that black woman right against him, shoulder to shoulder -- in that cotton field, on the auction block, in the ghetto, wherever.

Man forgives women anything save the wit to outwit him.

Women like silent men. They think they're listening.

If all men are born free, why is it that all women are born slaves?

She even had a kind of special position among men: she was an exception, she fitted none of the categories they commonly used when talking about girls; she wasn't a cock-teaser, a cold fish, an easy lay or a sneaky bitch; she was an honorary person. She had grown to share their contempt for most women.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

Man loves little and often. Woman much and rarely.

Men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.

Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.

While farmers generally allow one rooster for ten hens, ten men are scarcely sufficient to service one woman.

A good cigar is as great a comfort to a man as a good cry is to a woman.

But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.

It seems as though women keep growing. Eventually they can have little or nothing in common with the men they chose long ago.

In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.

Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.

Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.

There is no kind of harassment that a man may not inflict on a woman with impunity in civilized societies.

Once a man is on hand, a woman tends to stop believing in her own beliefs.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because then he becomes one of the children.

Given the cultural barriers to intersex conversation, the amazing thing is that we would even expect women and men to have anything to say to each other for more than ten minutes at a stretch. The barriers are ancient -- perhaps rooted, as some paleontologist may soon discover, in the contrast between the occasional guttural utterances exchanged in male hunting bands and the extended discussions characteristic of female food-gathering groups.

I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor make-shift way; it had better ha been left to the men.

The most important thing in a relationship between a man and a woman is that one of them must be good at taking orders.

When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes.

Woman submits to her fate; man makes his.

It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.

The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.

Just as women are afraid of receiving, men are afraid of giving.

Man made one grave mistake: in answer to vaguely reformist and humanitarian agitation he admitted women to politics and the professions. The conservatives who saw this as the undermining of our civilization and the end of the state and marriage were right after all; it is time for the demolition to begin.

Every theory of love, from Plato down teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in himself.

Men should be saying "I want to become a woman." The world would be a far better place if more men wanted to become women, than women wanted to become men.

Women make love for love, men make love for lust.

Women receive he insults of men with tolerance, having been bitten in the nipple by their toothless gums.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

I really think that American gentlemen are the best after all, because kissing your hand may make you feel very good but a diamond and a sapphire bracelet lasts forever.

When you educate a man you educate an individual; when you educate a woman you educate a whole family.

I do not know who first invented the myth of sexual equality. But it is a myth willfully fostered and nourished by certain semi-scientists and other fiction writers. And it has done more, I suspect, to unsettle marital happiness than any other false doctrine of this myth-ridden age.

Men have a much better time of it than women. For one thing, they marry later, for another thing, they die earlier.

There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn't bother to change while there are women like that around.

It is not her body that he wants but it is only through her body that he can take possession of another human being, so he must labor upon her body, he must enter her body, to make his claim.

Men are gentle, honest and straightforward. Women are convoluted, deceptive and dangerous.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men.

The great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbors, and will come together as human beings.

Some women can be fooled all of the time, and all women can be fooled some of the time, but the same woman can't be fooled by the same man in the same way more than half of the time.

When men and women agree, it is only in their conclusions; their reasons are always different.

There is very little difference between men and women in space.

If women were as fastidious as men, morally or physically, there would be an end of the race.

When God created two sexes, he may have been overdoing it.

The three sexes are men, women, and professors.

A woman who takes things from a man is called a girlfriend, a man who takes things from a woman is called a gigolo.

The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse -- as a luxury befitting a young man.

The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

The anger that appears to be building up between the sexes becomes more virulent with every day that passes. And far from women taking the blame... the fact is that men are invariably portrayed as the bad guys. Being a good man is like being a good Nazi.

I love the idea of there being two sexes, don't you?

A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

Men never remember, but women never forget.

No men who really think deeply about women retain a high opinion of them; men either despise women or they have never thought seriously about them.

It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.