“There’s no reason why women shouldn’t behave like rational beings,” said Simon stolidly. “Quite frequently they do. That is even more upsetting!”
To men a man is but a mind. Who cares A woman absent is a woman dead.
For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie. And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.
I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are, or should be, written for both men and women to read, and I am at loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.
It is a woman's nature to be constant — to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever.
Sometimes, to please the ladies, we drop down our weapons pretending we are civilized.
Men weren’t really the enemy — they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.
The conscious side of woman corresponds to the emotional side of man, not to his "mind." Mind makes up the soul, or better, the "animus" of woman, and just as the anima of a man consists of inferior relatedness, full of affect, so the animus of woman consists of inferior judgments, or better, opinions.
The woman who fights against her father still has the possibility of leading an instinctive, feminine existence, because she rejects only what is alien to her. But when she fights against the mother she may, at the risk of injury to her instincts, attain to greater consciousness, because in repudiating the mother she repudiates all that is obscure, instinctive, ambiguous, and unconscious in her own nature.