The sexes deceive themselves about each other—because at bottom they honor and love only themselves (or their own ideal, to put it more pleasantly). Thus man likes woman peaceful—but woman is essentially unpeaceful, like a cat, however well she may have trained herself to seem peaceful.
The enormous expectation in sexual love and the sense of shame in this expectation spoils all perspective for women from the start.
Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman has one solution—that is pregnancy.Man is for woman a means: the purpose is always the child.But what is woman for man?
Man shall be educated for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly
A real man wants two things: danger and play. Therefore he wants woman as the most dangerous plaything.
The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.
From the very first, nothing is more foreign, more repugnant, or more hostile to woman than truth--her great art is falsehood, her chief concern is appearance and beauty. Let us confess it, we men: we honour and love this very art and this very instinct in woman: we who have the hard task, and for our recreation gladly seek the company of beings under whose hands, glances, and delicate follies, our seriousness, our gravity, and profundity appear almost like follies to us.
What do you think of him?
Warsan. I just found this topic.