I pity the young woman who will attempt to insinuate herself between my mama's boy and me. I sympathize with the monumental nature of her task. It will take a crowbar two bulldozers and half a dozen Molotov cocktails to pry my Oedipus and me loose from one another.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other it seems to me in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband that they belong to each other in the name of Nature and are lovers by Divine right in spite of human convention or the laws.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

Every man wants a woman to appeal to his better side his nobler instincts and his higher nature - and another woman to help him forget them.

As regards the individual nature woman is defective and misbegotten for the active power of the male seed tends to the production of a perfect likeness in the masculine sex while the production of a woman comes from defect in the active power.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits and that is by nature a woman's quality.

Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond and the lover makes the woman.

Man can never be a woman's equal in the spirit of selfless service with which nature has endowed her.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man and bring tears form the eyes of woman.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.