Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, read more

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us
be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can read more

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.

Phidias made the statue of Venue at Elis with one foot upon the
shell of a tortoise, to signify read more

Phidias made the statue of Venue at Elis with one foot upon the
shell of a tortoise, to signify two great duties of a virtuous
woman, which are to keep home and be silent.

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not read more

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child!--it was the bliss within.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow read more

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.