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In Love, What A Woman Mistakes For Disgust Is Actually Clearsightedness. If She Does Not Admire A Man, She Scorns Him.

A Girl's Coquetry Is Of The Simplest, She Thinks That All Is Said When The Veil Is Laid Aside; A Woman's Coquetry Is Endless, She Shrouds Herself In Veil After Veil, She Satisfies Every Demand Of Man's Vanity, The Novice Responds But To One.

Among Fifty Percent Of Your Married Couples, The Husband Worries Very Little About What His Wife Is Doing, Provided She Is Doing All He Wishes.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

Poles Offer A Mobility Like That Of The Wind That Blows Over The Immense Plains And Marches Of Poland. Show A Pole A Precipice, And He Will Leap Headlong Over It.