Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What read more

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
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The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone;
I wish to have none other books
To read or look upon.

You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with read more

You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
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Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't.

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.

Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each read more

Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does read more

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can read more

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.

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.