The woman is so hard upon the woman

Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.