There is an element of intimidation in a resplendent woman. And of this she is aware.—Hence perhaps her power.
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A woman will attain her ends by adroit finesse, where a man would blunder into open hostility. And
It is well that man should blind his eyes to feminine wiles, since,
Always a woman kindly pretends oblivion of masculine blunders.
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The woman whose tastes and refinements are above her station, is in pitiable plight: she is too fastidious to espouse the men who would marry her; the men she would marry she rarely meets. For, The only thing that, to love, is insupportable is vulgarity. Since
Love, romantic love, the efflorescence and bloom of life, is besmirched unless tenderly touched.
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To generalize passes the wit of woman; but in penetration she is preternatural.