War is a man's true trade; love, woman's.
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There is no stronger argument against the equality of the sexes than a woman's hand. It was made to toil? No; to place in her lover's. In truth,
Is there anything more fragile in nature than a woman's hand? But put it in her lover's. and what a force it has!
Anomaly of anomalies, with women, fragility, delicacy, dependence, beauty, grace,—it is by these weak weapons that she wins. So,
We watch a demure damsel of some sixteen sunny summers much as we watch a delicate dynamo of some thousand kilowatts.
Both seem so calm, so quiescent. Yet both, we know, can generate such startling energy, can bring about such marvelous results.
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Many women forget that things which men have no objection to their female friends doing they often have a very particular objection to their mothers, sisters, and wives doing. So, too, they often forget that
It is not the girl he flatters, compliments, and is conspicuously attentive to, that the man always marries. Perhaps this goes to show that