Why are women… so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

I’ve done the bad-boy thing. It was fun for a good three months. But the thing about bad boys is, you have to keep in mind, you’re never gonna marry a bad boy.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.

Prime time for men is, say, 35 to 45. Then they level off and fall off.

Women deeply want men who are competent and powerful. And I don’t mean power in that they can exert tyrannical control over others. That’s not power. That’s just corruption.

I’ve never had a dislike for men. I’ve been badly treated by some. But I’ve been loved greatly by some. I married a lot of them.

When I was married, I definitely went through a lying period.

There is just no comparison between having a dinner date with a man and staying home playing canasta with the girls.

If he invited you out, he’s got to pay.

I approach love differently now that I know it’s hard for it to work out.

Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.

Where the mind goes, the man follows.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

When I get married, it’ll be no secret.

Consider the fellow. He never spends his time telling you about his previous night’s date. You get the idea he has eyes only for you and wouldn’t think of looking at another woman.

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

It is generally recognised that women are better than men at languages, personal relations and multi-tasking, but less good at map-reading and spatial awareness. It is therefore not unreasonable to suppose that women might be less good at mathematics and physics.

The propagandist’s purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human.

To be loved is very demoralizing.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

Men are nearly always willing to believe what they wish.

There seems to be some perverse human characteristic that likes to make easy things difficult.

In order to have friends, you must first be one.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

Men who think that a woman’s past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak.

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.

By taking a second wife he pays the highest compliment to the first, by showing that she made him so happy as a married man, that he wishes to be so a second time.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

It is wrong to assume that men of immense wealth are always happy.

When people need love and understanding and support the most is when they deserve it the least.

Idleness is the parent of psychology.

In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We were at least twice close enough to marriage to think of ourselves as engaged.

No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud through his pioneering work into the Unconscious and by the influence of those discoveries on the scientific, philosophic, and artistic work of his contemporaries: but not, by any means, necessarily through Freud’s own writing.

Marriage is this grand madness, and I think if people knew that, they would perhaps take it more seriously.

We can improve our relationships with others by leaps and bounds if we become encouragers instead of critics.

If men can develop weapons that are so terrifying as to make the thought of global war include almost a sentence for suicide, you would think that man’s intelligence and his comprehension… would include also his ability to find a peaceful solution.

One of the powerful temptations is that of the cinema palace. The cinema has undoubtedly an enormous attraction for boys, and people are constantly cudgelling their brains how to stop it. But it is one of those things which would be very difficult to stop even if it were altogether desirable.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

It’s not just human nature to associate in tribes. It’s deeper than that.

Real magic in relationships means an absence of judgment of others.

It is impossible to love and to be wise.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.

In so far as the mind is stronger than the body, so are the ills contracted by the mind more severe than those contracted by the body.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Men’s actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.

As social animals, we are extremely susceptible to the moods of other people. This gives us the power to subtly infuse into people the appropriate mood for influencing them.

Anger is certainly a kind of baseness, as it appears well in the weakness of those subjects in whom it reigns: children, women, old folks, sick folks.

A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.

Relationships are the hallmark of the mature person.

A lot of the time when I write about the person that I love, I feel like I’m writing about New York.

Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.