Arthur Schopenhauer

It is only the man whose intellect is clouded by his sexual impulses that could give the name of the fair sex to that under-sized, narrow-shouldered, broad-hipped, and short-legged race; for the whole beauty of the sex is bound up with this impulse. Instead of calling them beautiful, there would be more warrant for describing women as the un-aesthetic sex.

Women are directly fitted for acting as the nurses and teachers of our early childhood by the fact that they are themselves childish, frivolous and short-sighted; in a word, they are big children all their life long—a kind of intermediate stage between the child and the full-grown man, who is man in the strict sense of the word. See how a girl will fondle a child for days together, dance with it and sing to it; and then think what a man, with the best will in the world, could do if he were put in her place.

Hence, it will be found that the fundamental fault of the female character is that it has no sense of justice.

They are dependent, not upon strength, but upon craft; and hence their instinctive capacity for cunning, and their ineradicable tendency to say what is not true.

The case is not altered by particular and partial exceptions; taken as a whole, women are, and remain, thorough-going Philistines, and quite incurable.

general quality of his mind, may be precisely determined by his style

where the reader is tormented to death by the narcotic effect of longspun periods without a single idea in them,

to produce the appearence of intellect in order to make up for the very painfully felt lack of it.

nothing is more difficult than to express deep things in such a way that every one must necessarily grasp them.

man may read for hours together without getting hold of a single clearly expressed and definite idea.