The prolonged slavery of women is the darkest page in human history.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn’t seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.
I have everything and I have nothing. Sometimes I feel like the loneliest man on the planet. All this ‘stuff’ and no one to share it with. And then when women come along, I wonder if they like the stuff more than me.
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
I like my coffee like I like my women. In a plastic cup.
Whether it is a tsunami, or whether it is a hurricane, whether it’s an earthquake – when we see these great fatal and natural acts, men and women of every ethnic persuasion come together and they just want to help.
If all men are born free, how is it that all women are born slaves?
I’m a multi-faceted woman and person, like all women are – there’s no black and white. We have shades of grey in the middle. And even many more colours that other people don’t see!
In a world that wants women to whisper, I choose to yell.
It seems to me that women have made an awful lot of progress, but they probably remain underrepresented at the highest levels of most organizations, for a variety of reasons. And it’s probably going to take a long time to change that.
For those who have made the ultimate sacrifice, we are grateful that such men and women were among us. For those who continue to serve, we honor their commitment. For those who return to civilian life, we honor their service.
Reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what God and angels know of us.
In 1969, I gave up women and alcohol – it was the worst 20 minutes of my life.
Women say they have sexual thoughts too. They have no idea. It’s the difference between shooting a bullet and throwing it. If they knew what we were really thinking, they’d never stop slapping us.
It is downright mockery to talk to women of their enjoyment of the blessings of liberty while they are denied the use of the only means of securing them provided by this democratic-republican government: the ballot.
Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must – at that moment – become the center of the universe.
Those truly committed to liberation must reject the banking concept in its entirety, adopting instead a concept of women and men as conscious beings and consciousness as consciousness intent upon the world.
Aging does not make women powerless objects of pity but colorful and entertaining individuals and, on occasion, fire-breathing dragons that wise people don’t cross.
Women… can’t live with ‘em… can’t shoot ‘em.
I don’t get all the women that I want… I get all the women that want me.
If women want any rights more than they’s got, why don’t they just take them, and not be talking about it.
But what of black women?… I most sincerely doubt if any other race of women could have brought its fineness up through so devilish a fire.
I really want women to know their power, to value their experience. To understand that nothing has been more wholesome in the political process than the increased involvement of women.
When men talk about defense, they always claim to be protecting women and children, but they never ask the women and children what they think.
