Minna Antrim

Man forgives woman anything save the wit to outwit him.

Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.

A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.

Man proposes, woman forecloses.

The drama of life begins with a wail and ends with a sigh.

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.

A homely face and no figure have aided many women heavenward.

Enthusiasms, like stimulants, are often affected by people with small mental ballast.

There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth – if the latter were unflattering.

To know one’s self is wisdom, but not to know one’s neighbors is genius.

The very women who object to the morals of a notoriously beautiful actress, grow big with pride when an admirer suggests their marked resemblance to this stage beauty in physique.

Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.

The difference between a saint and a hypocrite is that one lies for his religion, the other by it.

A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.

When a woman is very, very bad, she is awful, but when a man is correspondingly good, he is weird.

Experience is a good teacher, but she sends in terrific bills.

Intuition is truly a feminine quality, but women should not mistake rash conclusions for this gift.

To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.