The highest common factor of a hundred women is far greater than that of a hundred men.

The abnormal is more frequent in the male sex.

There are more male monsters." "That I can quite believe," snapped Judith.
"Then you agree with me that men are not all alike ?" "I certainly don't.

Put any one of you before a pretty face and a pair of silly girl's eyes and he is a perfect idiot." "My dear Judith," said I, "I don't care a hang for a pretty face--except yours." "Do you really care about mine ?" she asked wistfully.
"My dear," said I, dropping on one knee by the sofa, and taking her hand, "I've been longing for it for six weeks." And I counted the weeks on her fingers.
This put her in a good humour.

Now that I come to think of it, there is something adorably infantile in grown up women.