There are female women, and there are male women.—Charles Buxton.
To think of the part one little woman can play in the life of a man, so that to renounce her may be a very good imitation of heroism, and to win her may be a discipline!—George Eliot.
Men at most differ as heaven and earth; but women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.—Tennyson.
Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day.—Arsène Houssaye.
A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.—George Eliot.
There remains in the faces of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later, an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.—Richter.
Women see without looking; their husbands often look without seeing.—Louis Desnoyeas.
She was in the lovely bloom and spring-time of womanhood; at that age when, if ever, angels be for God's good purposes enthroned in mortal forms, they may be, without impiety, supposed to abide in such as hers. Cast in so slight and exquisite a mould, so mild and gentle, so pure and beautiful, that earth seemed not her element, nor its rough creatures her fit companions.—Dickens.
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.—Lamartine.
There is something still more to be dreaded than a Jesuit, and that is a Jesuitess.—Eugene Sue.