this is trite. But it is true as trite. Yet men rarely find it out till
late in life--and forget it as soon as found out.

* * *

A woman can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon.

* * *

Nothing piques a woman so much as indifference to her favors.
Indifference to her undiscovered passion she quite otherwise regards.

* * *

The woman knows the male heart probably better than does it itself. She
knows above all things, that to hold that heart she must never wholly
satisfy it. And many--and multiform--and marvelous--are the ruses by
which she accomplishes that end. And yet,

Women there are who firmly believe that, were they to try, they could
enthrall any man beyond possibility of extrication. And 48 so perhaps
they could; but the achievement would require as much unscrupulousness as
it would seductiveness.

The seductive and unscrupulous woman is hatred of women.

* * *

Under the gaze of a group of men whom she knows that her brilliancy
dazzles, a woman, like the snow-clad hearth, sparkles: