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And until you count what is a shame in a woman to be an infamy in a man, you will always be unjust.

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of higher life, you know nothing.

With all your pomp and wealth and art you don’t know how to live—you don’t even know that.

How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly rational being?

He talks the whole time. But he has got no conversation. What he talks about I don’t know. I haven’t listened to him for years.

One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything except a good reputation.

I never intend to grow old. The soul is born old and grows young. That is the comedy of life.

We women adore failures. They lean on us.

Woman is the intellectual helpmeet of man in public as in private life. Without her we should forget the true ideals.