Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

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, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.

To be popular one must be a mediocrity.""Not with Women," said the duchess, shaking her head; "and women rule the world. I assure you we can't bear mediocrities. We women, as someone says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all.""It seems to me that we never do anything else," murmered Dorian.

She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness. It is the feet of clay that make the gold of the image precious.

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.