Today the same thing over. I’ve got it up the tree again.

I see the beginning, I see the end. And in the middle I just hope I don’t fall on my ass to much

Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.

Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane

Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There is too much fraternizing with the enemy.

Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, ‘We will not be dictated to,’ and went off and became stenographers.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

I’d love to have the kind of friend who would visit me before visiting a man. Otherwise I know where I’m ranked, which is below him.

When it comes to men, I appreciate them, don’t bash them and never love them.

She sat there reading; cool, calm and collected. “You could ruin his life with that information,” her friend reported triumphantly. The woman sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. “If I did he would never forget...

The way Mom saw it, women should let menfolk do the work because it made them feel more manly. That notion only made sense if you had a strong man willing to step up and...

After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.