The real trouble about women is that they must always go on trying to adapt themselves to men's theories of women, as they alwayshave done. When a woman is thoroughly herself, she is being what her type of man wants her to be. When a woman is hysterical it's because she doesn't quite know what to be, which pattern to follow, which man's picture of woman to live up to.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions.

That's just what a woman is. She thinks she knows what's good for a man, and she's going to see he gets it; and no matter if he's starving, he may sit and whistle for what he needs, while she's got him, and is giving him what's good for him.

If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!

[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.