A red-headed man is not generally considered to be a sexual icon.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.

The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.

The man who has no sense of history, is like a man who has no ears or eyes.

I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.