Woman.—Who does know the bent of woman's fantasy?—Spenser.
Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.—Heinrich Heine.
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.—George Eliot.
To a gentleman every woman is a lady in right of her sex.—Bulwer-Lytton.
They never reason, or, if they do, they either draw correct inferences from wrong premises, or wrong inferences from correct premises; and they always poke the fire from the top.—Bishop Whately.
The woman must not belong to herself; she is bound to alien destinies. But she performs her part best who can take freely, of her own choice, the alien to her heart, can bear and foster it with sincerity and love.—Richter.
God has placed the genius of women in their hearts; because the works of this genius are always works of love.—Lamartine.
Women for the most part do not love us. They do not choose a man because they love him, but because it pleases them to be loved by him. They love love of all things in the world, but there are very few men whom they love personally.—Alphonse Karr.
Woman is the Sunday of man; not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.—Michelet.
Women see through and through each other; and often we most admire her whom they most scorn.—Charles Buxton.