I don't think women are better than men, but I do think that men are worse than women.

Instead of wishing to see more doctors made by women joining what there are, I wish to see as few doctors, either male or female, as possible. For, mark you, the women have made no improvement — they have only tried to be men and they have only succeeded in being third-rate men.

The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular. In my dreams, I often make plans for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually face crucifixion if it were suddenly necessary. Yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together. I know from experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs me and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I hate men individually the more I love humanity.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I hated men because they didn’t have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.

"I love mankind, he said, "but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.

Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore.

I would love to lecture to women on men. I'd tell them everything about men: gay, straight, bi, how we're all the same, how we're all bastards.

I am not for women but against men.

As a woman gets more successful, she is less liked by people of both genders, and as a man gets more successful, he does not take a likability hit.

My encounters with men had left me petrified of them. Along with the fright was a burning loathing.

I can get on with wild beasts first-rate; but men rile me awfully…

As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.

Bloody men! sometimes I feel I hate them all.