Man soon tires of mere beauty. In fact, man, the inconstant creature, soon tires of mere anything.
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Beauty should never be analyzed. At sight of graceful neck, who speaks of "musculus sterno-cleido-mastoideus"; at touch of moist red lips, who thinks upon the corpuscles of Paccini?
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More women are wooed for their complexions than for their characters.
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Could women only know it, nothing can add to their charms: how provokingly delightful is the uniformed demureness of an hospital nurse beside the elaborate bedizenments of a woman of fashion!
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The most beautiful thing known among men is: a good woman. And this is not an anomaly.
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