Being Woman, she is ex officio Queen.

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Speak to a woman disparagingly of her sex,—­she is up in arms.

Speak to her disparagingly of a member of her sex,—­well, she will not be up in arms.  The reason for her bellicosity in the former case is the fact that

A woman always interprets abstract disparagement of her sex personally.  And she is perfectly right.

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It is not only the woman who cannot be accounted quite as stainless as the stars that sometimes trade on their charms.

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When a strong-souled woman wholly and unreservedly loves, her love will go to lengths passing the comprehension of man.  For

Women prefer an despot to a dependent.

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It is marvelous to what a pitch of demureness features by nature that the most coquettish can be set.

(A Man’s features are often a clue to his character; a woman’s rarely.) So it comes about that

The owner of a seraphic face is often owner of a temper satanic.  Nevertheless,

Often enough a spice of diablerie in a woman at once enhances all her charms.

It is indeed fortunate for the men that so many women are unaware of the power of their charms.

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A woman would much rather you lied to her concerning herself than that you told her something unpleasant to hear.

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Some women seem to be envious of some men’s familiarity with immorality.

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It is by woman that a woman will be first suspected; and it is by a woman she will be last forgiven.  The last thing a woman will ask you for is:  your esteem.  And yet

Cast a slur upon a woman’s character and you are considered indiscreet.  Cast a slur upon a woman’s personal appearance, and you are considered culpable.

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Fashion is a woman’s sole law.  And

The surest evidence of strong-mindedness in woman is to fly in the fact of fashion.

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Ridicule is woman’s keenest weapon; it is the poisoned arrow in her quiver.  Well is it for the men that she never, or so rarely, has recourse to it.

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A woman is quick to discern the quality of the admiration bestowed upon her.

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No one, not even herself, knows what a woman will do next.—­Doubtless this is trite.  But it is true as trite.  Yet men rarely find it out till late in life—­and forget it as soon as found out.

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A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon.

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Nothing piques a woman so much as indifference to her favors.  Indifference to her undiscovered passion she quite otherwise regards.

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The woman knows the male heart probably better than does it itself.  She knows above all things, that to hold that heart she must never wholly satisfy it.  And many—­and multiform—­and marvelous—­are the ruses by which she accomplishes that end.  And yet,