There is no more delightful hour in life than that of an unconfessed but mutual love.
Poverty is a bitter weed to most women, and there are few indeed who can accept it with dignity.
I hold it to be the moral duty of women to make themselves beautiful in all lawful ways.
I have never quite understood the relationship between beauty and weakness, womanly sweetness and womanly silliness; to my mind, indeed, that woman being the most beautiful who is the most capable, while weakness and silliness can never by any chance be other than unlovely.
What kind of work would be done if Hercules took to spinning wool in safe places, while Omphales turned out to do battle with monsters in his stead? What kind of men should we have as the result of the exchange?
I see no light behind that terrible curtain. I do not think one religion better than another and I think the Christian religion has brought far more misery crime and suffering far more tyranny and evil than any other.
Few women have both taste and truth; and indeed, this special bit or moral mosaic is just the most difficult piece of carpentry in the whole of the human workshop.
