a pleasant, attractive physiognomy; which may be considered
better than strict beauty.--_Frederick the Great._

That light, yet so stately form; those dark tresses, shading a face
where smiles and sun-light played over earnest deeps.... He
ventured to address her, she answered with attention: nay, what if
there were a slight tremour in that silver voice; what if the red
glow of evening were hiding a transient blush!--_Sartor Resartus._

The whims of women must be humoured.--_French Revolution._

A woman of many household virtues; to a warm affection for her
children and husband she joined a degree of taste and intelligence
which is of much rarer occurrence.--_Life of Schiller._

She is meek and soft and maiden-like....
A young woman fair to look upon.

_Life of Schiller._

My dear mother, with the trustfulness of a mother's heart,
ministered to all my woes, outward and inward, and even against
hope kept prophesying good.--_Reminiscences._

Women are born worshippers; in their good little hearts lies the
most craving relish for greatness; it is even said, each chooses
her husband on the hypothesis of his being a great man--in his way.
The good creatures, yet the foolish!--_Essay on Goethe's Works._

She is of that light unreflecting class, of that light unreflecting
sex: _varium semper et mutabile_. And then her Fine-ladyism, though
a purseless one: capricious, coquettish, and with all the finer
sensibilities of the heart; now in the rackets, now in the sullens;
vivid in contradictory resolves; laughing, weeping, without
reason,--though these acts are said to be signs of season.
Consider, too, how she has had to work her way, all along, by
flattery and cajolery; wheedling, eaves-dropping, namby-pambying;
how she needs wages, and knows no other productive trades.--_The
Diamond Necklace._

Thought can hardly be said to exist in her; only Perception and
Device. With an understanding lynx-eyed for the surface of things,
but which pierces beyond the surface of nothing, every individual
thing (for she has never seized the heart of it) turns up a new
face to her every new day, and seems a thing changed, a different
thing.--_The Diamond Necklace._

Reader! thou for thy sins must have met with such fair Irrationals;