Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
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Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it.
I am afraid that women appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters all the same.
There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist conscience.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.
Man, poor, awkward, reliable, necessary man belongs to a sex that has been rational for millions and millions of years. He can't help himself. It is in his race. The History of Woman is very different. We have always been picturesque protests against the mere existence of common sense. We saw its dangers from the first.
Women who have common sense are so curiously plain...
"What do you call a bad man?"-"The sort of man who admires innocence."-"And a bad woman?"-"Oh! the sort of woman a man never gets tired of."
Give women the right opportunities and they are capable of everything.
One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.