natics.
* * *
As long as there is one woman left on the face of the earth, and one man
left to observe her, the world will be able to hear something new about
women.
* * *
A man may be as perfect as you like, he will never be but a rough
diamond until he has been cut and polished by the delicate hand of a
woman.
* * *
Middle-aged and elderly men are often embellished by characteristic
lines engraven on their faces, but women are not jealous of them.
* * *
A woman who marries a second time runs two risks: she may regret that
she lost her first husband, or that she did not always have the second
one. But, in the first case, her second husband may regret her first one
even more than she does, and tell her so, too.
* * *
Many men say that they marry to make an end; but they forget that if
marriage is for them an end, it is a beginning for the women, and then,
look out!
* * *
It is a great misfortune not to be loved by the one you love; but it is
a still greater one to be loved by the one whom you have ceased to love.
* * *
Love is like most contagious diseases: the more afraid you are of it,
the more likely you are to catch it.
* * *
Men and women have in common five senses; but women possess a sixth one,
by far the keenest of all--intuition. For that matter, women do not even
think, argue, and judge as safely as they feel.
* * *
Cupid and Hymen are brothers, but, considering the difference in their
temperaments, they cannot be sons by the same wife.
* * *
The motto of Cupid is, 'All or nothing'; that of Hymen, 'All and
nothing.'
* * *
Love is more indulgent than Friendship for acts of infidelity.
* * *
If men were all deaf, and women all blind, matrimony would stand a much
better chance of success.
CHAPTER IX
WOMEN AND THEIR WAYS
I sometimes wonder how some women dare go out when it is windy. Their
hats are fixed to their hair by means of long pins; their hair is fixed
to their heads by means of short ones, and sometimes it happens that
their heads are fixed to their shoulders by the most delicate of
contrivances. Yes, it is wonderful!
* * *
Fiction is full of Kings and Princes marrying shepherdesses and
beggar-maids; but in reality it is only the Grand-Ducal House of
Tuscany, which for nearly three hundred years has exhibited r
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