Women are of the earth, realistic, dominated by physical facts. What nonsense. Once a woman betrays a man, she despises him. In spite of his goodness, she will give him up for someone inferior, if that someone is more, shall we say, attractive. How little you know about women.
 Charlie Chaplin, Monsieur Verdoux (1947). copy citation

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“- How do you know? - I was in love once. - Physically attracted by someone? - It was more than that. Women are capable of something more. You don't like women? On the contrary, I love but don't admire them. Why? Women are of the earth, realistic, dominated by physical facts. What nonsense. Once a woman betrays a man, she despises him. In spite of his goodness, she will give him up for someone inferior, if that someone is more, shall we say, attractive. How little you know about women. You'd be surprised. That isn't love. - What is love? - Giving, sacrificing. What a mother feels for her child. - Did you love that way? - Yes. - Whom? - My husband. You're married? I was. He died while I was in jail.” source