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

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow read more

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.

Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her read more

Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her art.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.

A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in read more

A woman is like a tea bag, you can not tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water

The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.

The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.

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.

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.]

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.