There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter read more

What is lighter than the wind? A feather.
What is lighter than a feather? Fire.
What lighter than a fire? A woman.
What lighter than a woman? Nothing.
[Lat., Vente quid levius? fulgur. Quid fulgure? flamma
Flamma quid? mulier. Quid mulier? nihil.]

One is not born a woman, one becomes one.

One is not born a woman, one becomes one.

"And now, Madam," I addressed her, "we shall try who shall get the
breeches."

"And now, Madam," I addressed her, "we shall try who shall get the
breeches."

The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have read more

The woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or too old to have anything to gain

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she read more

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not read more

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child!--it was the bliss within.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, read more

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying,
We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel: only let us
be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.