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.

My gosh, if I'd just read about one-tenth of what that woman's read and forgotten, I'd be happy. I mean she's taught, she's worked on a newspaper, she designs her own clothes, she does every single bit of her own house work.

A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.