Because a women's beauty does not belong to her alone. It is a part of the bounty she brings into the world. She has a duty to share it.

Women can be vivacious. We are allowed more varieties of facial expression and gestures. Men must be rocklike.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

When a man becomes familiar with his goddess, she quickly sinks into a woman.

Women must pay for everything. They do get more glory than men for comparable feats, but, they also get more notoriety when they crash.

Men in all ways are better than they seem.

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.

The average woman sees only the weak points in a strong man, and the good points in a weak one.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

It was the association of Celtic women with barbarism that persuaded the Senate to decree in AD 40 that prostitutes should make their hair blonde — the colour the Romans associated with the Celts. It was the eroticism, how-ever, that persuaded ladies at the highest level of Roman society to put on blonde wigs.

Against Him those women sin who torment their skin with potions, stain their cheeks with rouge and extend the line of their eyes with black coloring. Doubtless they are dissatisfied with God's plastic skill. In their own persons they convict and censure the Artificer of all things.