The only people you can really share certain things with in secret are your girlfriends. – Shirley Knight
Were there no women, men might live like gods. – Thomas Dekker
Women are made to be loved, not understood. – Oscar Wilde
The battle for the individual rights of women is one of long standing and none of us should countenance anything which undermines it. – Eleanor Roosevelt
Women are considered deep – why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow. – Friedrich Nietzsche
Women are nothing but machines for producing children. – Napoleon Bonaparte
Behind all their personal vanity, women themselves always have an impersonal contempt for woman. – Friedrich Nietzsche
A women under stress is not immediately concerned with finding solutions to her problems but rather seeks relief by expressing herself and being understood. – John Gray
I have always had a talent for irritating women since I was fourteen. – Marilyn Monroe
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company. – Friedrich Nietzsche
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea. – Henry David Thoreau
The man who loves other countries as much as his own stands on a level with the man who loves other women as much as he loves his own wife. – Theodore Roosevelt
I hate women because they always know where things are. – Voltaire
Women should be obscene and not heard. – Groucho Marx
There are only two types of women – goddesses and doormats. – Pablo Picasso
Very learned women are to be found, in the same manner as female warriors but they are seldom or ever inventors. – Voltaire
Women. They are a complete mystery. – Stephen Hawking
Most women put off entertaining until the kids are grown. – Erma Bombeck
Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate. – Gina Barreca
When women kiss it always reminds one of prize fighters shaking hands. – H. L. Mencken
