“A king is always a king-and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex, ever stand between them and rational converse.”

She would stand and behold the waves rolling, and think of the voice that could still the tumultuous deep.

Every glance afforded colouring for the picture she was delineating on her heart.

Let their faculties have room to unfold, and their virtues to gain strength, and then determine where the whole sex must stand in the intellectual scale.

Solitude and reflection are necessary to give to wishes the force of passions.

Modesty, temperance, and self-denial, are the sober offspring of reason.

How much more respectable is the woman who earns her own bread by fulfilling any duty, than the most accomplished beauty!

They are the men of fancy, the favourites of the sex, who outwardly respect, and inwardly despise the weak creatures whom they thus sport with.

It may be impossible to convince women that the illegitimate power which they obtain by degrading themselves is a curse.

Pope’s summary of their character to be just, that every woman is at heart a rake.

Rousseau exerts himself to prove that all was right originally: a crowd of authors that all is now right: and I, that all will be right.

As sound politics diffuse liberty, mankind, including woman, will become more wise and virtuous.

And if then women do not resign the arbitrary power of beauty – they will prove that they have less mind than man.

Men who are inferior to their fellow men, are always most anxious to establish their superiority over women.

She was created to be the toy of man, his rattle, and it must jingle in his ears whenever, dismissing reason, he chooses to be amused.

If then women are not a swarm of ephemeron triflers, why should they be kept in ignorance under the specious name of innocence?

The power of generalizing ideas, of drawing comprehensive conclusions from individual observations, is the only acquirement, for an immortal being, that really deserves the name of knowledge.

Sex hasn’t been the same since women started enjoying it.

I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.

Your beauty is binding and I just want to consume every part of you.

My fingers in your mouth when I’m inside you, I could almost die from the feeling before I explode.

When you drink me the flavor that you swallow will be the taste of my soul.

The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

I’m just a Westside lover, I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber.