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Woman does not lean upon man because she is inferior, but rather because she is his supporter; just as

The buttress leans upon the building; but the building would fall without the buttress.  That is,

Woman’s dependence upon man is his chief source of strength.  Those who cannot understand this may be left to their ignorance. * * *

It is not all women who comprehend the exaltation of mind into which some men are thrown by their presence.  Indeed,

Men put a higher value upon a woman’s complaisance than she does herself.  To a women, feminine concession appear trivial.  Is it any wonder, then, that

Woman calls man’s jealousy unreasonable?  In reality,

The affianced man thinks he has gotten him an angel from heaven.  It is not within the bounds of mortal male comprehension that such an angel should sully her wings.

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Women know their sex.—­Which, if it is a truism, is a truism that men often forget.  And

Few things permit a man to see so far into the subtleties and intricacies of feminine hearts as a squabble between two of them over himself.

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A man in defeat generally turns to woman.  A woman in defeat is either scornful, silent, or both.

A man, in depression, falls back upon his only weapon:  brute force.  A woman, in like circumstances, does the same.  But her weapon is personal charm.

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In matters amatory and maternal, a woman will risk more than will a man.  In fact,

In matters amatory and maternal, woman is the truly combative animal.

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Many are the members of the one sex that are entrapped by the wiles of the other; but it often happens that the entrapper afterwards rues the capture as much as—­or even more than—­the entrapped.  So, it often happens that

Girls who are deliberately seeking husbands think love may be won by artifice.  Not until well on in years do

Women know that, by men, love and artifice are considered mortal foes.

To win him a wife by artifice would be to a man a thing impossible and abhorrent:  yet

To win her a husband by artifice is to a woman a thing quite natural.  But

When (if ever) the man discovers that he was won by artifice, there are apt to be several bad quarters of an hour.  For, when all is said and done,

The man, free and easy, thoughtless and untrammeled, knowing he may pick and choose, never chooses till—­till—­there comes the woman he thinks he wants.  Then he says point blank he wants her.  Should it ever be revealed to him that his Want was the result of her Artifice, a very different complexion is put upon that Want.  On the other hand,

The woman, deprived of the power of choice, trammeled by convention, bound to wait till asked for, quite naturally resorts to artifice.  And yet, curiously enough, and a thing incomprehensible by man,