I am afraid that women appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters all the same.
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 have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
There is only one real tragedy in a woman's life. The fact that the past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.
A woman will flirt with anyone in the world as long as other people are looking on.
Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces, and always prevent us from carrying them out.
There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about.
Nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman – or the want of it in a man.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes
