That one woman is capable of loving another is an historical truth; but never yet lived one who could not listen to her own praises at the expense of her adored friend.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
In antiquity, a woman might be an object of worship or desire, but never of love.
Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
The old, subjective, stagnant, indolent and wretched life for woman has gone. She has as many resources as men, as many activities beckon her on. As large possibilities swell and inspire her heart.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
The greatest friend of truth is Time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion is Humility.
It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!
It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy.