In our civilization, men are afraid that they will not be men enough and women are afraid that they might be considered only women.

As vivacity is the gift of women, gravity is that of men.

The finest people marry the two sexes in their own person.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complementary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

The wholly manly man lacks the wit necessary to give objective form to his soaring and secret dreams, and the wholly womanly woman is apt to be too cynical a creature to dream at all.

What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.