Character: Mrs. Allonby

- But you didn't tell me what is the reward of the ideal man?
- What reward? Oh, innite hope. This is quite enough for him.

- And you know that I always succeed in everything, whatever I conceived.
Very sorry to hear that. We women adore failures. We are their support.
- You worship the winners. You cling to them.
We are the laurels to hide their baldness.
- And they need you always, except the moment of triumph.
In that moment, they are not interested.

- What do you think, what will she do if I kissed her?
- Will force you to marry her or slap. What would you do if she struck you across the face with her glove?
Probably fall in love with her.

- You must be a thoroughly bad man!
- Who do you think is broken?
- The man who admires innocence.

- Is she such a mystery?
- More than a mystery she is a mood.
- Moods don't last.
- This is their main charm.

Ah, the world was made for men and not for women!
- Do not tell me, lady Stuteld. Us life is much more fun. For us there is much more taboo than for them.

Don't know whether it is possible to speak of us as the property of others. All men are married women's property. It is the only true definition of what married women's property. We don't belong to anyone.

- All this stuff and nonsense about men. It is only necessary that a man knew his place.
- Where is his place, lady Caroline?
- Near wives, Mrs. Allonby.
- Here is how?.. But if he's not married?
- If he's not married, so needs to find a wife. It's just a shame how many of the bachelors who are going about society. There should be a law passed to compel them all to marry within a year.

- What a relief to get rid of the men for a little!
- Yes; men persecute us dreadfully, right?
- Pursue? I wish that they did.
- My dear!
- It's a shame that these wretches can be perfectly happy without us. That's why, I think, the duty of every woman not to leave them for a minute...

- The book of Life begins with a man and woman in the garden.
- It ends with Revelations.

We women adore failures. We are their support.

We have always been picturesque protests against the mere existence of common sense.

The ideal man should talk to us like goddesses, and treat us as children. He should refuse all serious requests, and gratify all our desires. Indulge caprices, and forbid us to have a calling. He must always say what he thinks, and to think, not what he says...
He should never run down other pretty women. It would prove that he had no taste, or would have caused suspicion that the taste of it too much. No, he should be nice about them all, but to say that somehow they don't attract him.

I delight in men over seventy. They always offer women the love to the grave.