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.]

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

I've been a woman for a little over 50 years and have gotten over
my initial astonishment. As for read more

I've been a woman for a little over 50 years and have gotten over
my initial astonishment. As for conducting an orchestra, that's
a job where I don't think sex plays much part.

When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has read more

When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and read more

You forget too much
That every creature, female as the male,
Stands single in responsible act and thought
As also in birth and death.

Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
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Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their
sadness,
Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad.

A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the read more

A worthless woman! mere cold clay
As all false things are! but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware:
I would not play her larcenous tricks
To have her looks!

Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else seems without value to her

Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else seems without value to her