CHAPTER IX

WOMEN AND THEIR WAYS

I sometimes wonder how some women dare go out when it is windy. Their

hats are fixed to their hair by means of long pins; their hair is fixed

to their heads by means of short ones, and sometimes it happens that

their heads are fixed to their shoulders by the most delicate of

contrivances. Yes, it is wonderful!

* * *

Fiction is full of Kings and Princes marrying shepherdesses and

beggar-maids; but in reality it is only the Grand-Ducal House of

Tuscany, which for nearly three hundred years has exhibited royal

Princesses running away with dancing masters and French masters engaged

at their husbands' courts.

* * *

A man in love is always interesting. What a pity it is that husbands

cannot always be in love!

* * *

Men who always praise women do not know them well; men who always speak

ill of them do not know them at all.

* * *

What particularly flatters the vanity of women is to know that some men

love them and dare not tell them so. However, they do not always insist

on those men remaining silent for ever.

* * *

The saddest spectacle that the world can offer is that of a sweet,

sensible, intelligent woman married to a conceited, tyrannical fool.

* * *

The mirror is the only friend who is allowed to know the secrets of a

woman's imperfections.

* * *

When a woman is deeply in love, the capacity of her heart for charity is

without limit. If all women were in love there would be no poverty on

the face of the earth.

* * *

The fidelity of a man to the woman he loves is not a duty, but almost an

act of selfishness. It is for his own sake still more than for hers that

he should be faithful to her.

* * *

Two excellent kinds of wine mixed together may make a very bad drink. An

excellent man and a very good woman married together may make an

abominable match.

* * *

Jealousy, discreet and delicate, is a proof of modesty which should be

appreciated by the very woman who should resent violent jealousy.

* * *

When you constantly hear the talent or the wit of a woman praised, you

may take it for granted that she is not beautiful. If she were, you

would hear her beauty praised first of all.

* * *

It is slow poison that kills love most surely. Love will survive even

infidelity rather than boredom or satiety.

* * *

Men study women, and form opinions, generally wrong ones. Women look at

men, guess their character, and seldom make mistakes.

* * *

All the efforts that an old woman makes to hide her age only help to

advertise it louder.

* * *

Of a man and a woman, it is the one who is loved, but who does not love,

that is the unhappier of the two.

* * *

Women often see without looking; men often look without seeing.

* * *

I know handsome men who are bald, and there are not a few, but many, who

derive distinction from this baldness. There are men--severe, stern

types of men--who are not disfigured, but improved, by spectacles. Just

imagine, if you can, the possibility of a bald woman with spectacles

inspiring a tender passion! So much for the infallibility of the

proverb, 'What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,' so often

quoted by women when they are told that men can afford to do this or

that, but not they. Lady women-righters, please answer.

* * *

In the tender relations between men and women, novelty is a wonderful

attraction, and habit a powerful bond; but between the two there is a

bottomless precipice into which love often falls, never to be heard of

afterward. Happy those who know how to bridge over the chasm!

* * *

A woman never forgets, however old she may be, that she was once very

beautiful. Why should she? The pity is that she very often forgets that

she is so no longer. My pet aversion in society is the woman of sixty

who succeeds in making herself look fifty, thinks she is forty, acts as

if she were thirty, and dresses as if she were twenty.

* * *

I am not prepared to say that celibacy is preferable to marriage; it

has, however, this decided advantage over it: a bachelor can always

cease to be one the moment he has discovered that he has made a mistake.

* * *

Women are extremists in everything. Poets, painters and sculptors know

this so well that they have always taken women as models for War,

Pestilence, Death, Famine and Justice, Virtue, Glory, Victory, Pity,

Charity. On the other hand, virtues and vices, blessings and calamities

of a lesser degree are represented by men. Such are Work, Perseverance,

Laziness, Avarice, etc.

* * *

It is not given to any man or woman to fall in love more than once with

the same person. And although men and women may love several times in

succession, they can only once love to the fulness of their hearts.

* * *

Love does to women what the sun does to flowers: it colours them,

embellishes them, makes them look radiant and beautiful; but when it is

too ardent it consumes and withers them.

* * *

There are two terribly embarrassing moments in the life of a man. The

first is when he has to say 'all' to the woman he loves, and the second

when all is said.

* * *

If a man is not to a certain extent ill at ease in the presence of a

woman, you may be quite sure that he does not really love her.

* * *

A woman explains the beauty of a woman; a man feels it. A man does not

always know why a woman is beautiful; a woman always does.

* * *

The sweetest music in the ears of a woman is the sound of the praises of

the man whom she loves.

* * *

It is a mistake for a married couple to consider that marriage has made

them one. To be attractive to each other they should each preserve their

personality quite distinct. Marriage is very often dull because man and

wife are one, and feel lonely. Most people get bored in their own

company.

* * *

Happiness in matrimony is sober, serious, based on love, confidence, and

friendship. Those who seek in it frivolity, pleasure, noise, and passion

condemn themselves to penal servitude.

* * *

The great misfortune of mankind is that matrimony is the only vocation

for which candidates have had no training; yet it is the one that

requires the most careful preparation.

* * *

On the part of a husband, violent jealousy is an insult to his wife, but

delicate, discreet jealousy is almost a compliment to her, for it proves

his lack of self-confidence, and that sometimes he feels he is not good

enough for her, not worthy of her.

* * *

Most women have the hearts of poets and the minds of diplomatists. What

makes a wife so useful to an ambassador is that she adds her own power

of intuition to the five senses already possessed by her husband.

* * *

Love in matrimony can live only on condition that man and wife remain

interesting in each other's eyes. Devotion, fidelity, attention to duty,

and all the troop of domestic virtues will not be sufficient to keep

love alive.

* * *

Beauty is not the mother of Love. On the contrary, it is often love

which engenders beauty, gives brilliancy to the eyes, gracefulness to

the body, vibration to the voice. Love is the sun that hatches the

flowers of the soul. The face which reflects all the inner sentiments of

the heart betrays the love of its owner, and is beautiful.

* * *

Those who in good faith promise eternal love and those who believe in

such promises are dupes--the former of their hearts, the latter of their

vanity. Wine well taken care of improves by keeping, but not for ever;

it is destined to turn to vinegar sooner or later.

* * *

Love is a great healer. The worst characteristic traits of a man and of

a woman have been known to be cured by it.

* * *

Men and women do not love before they are thirty, men especially. Until

then it is little more than rehearsing. Fortunate are those who retain

for the play the same company they had engaged for the rehearsal.

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