She is meek and soft and maiden-like....
A young woman fair to look upon.

_Life of Schiller._


My dear mother, with the trustfulness of a mother's heart,
ministered to all my woes, outward and inward, and even against
hope kept prophesying good.--_Reminiscences._


Women are born worshippers; in their good little hearts lies the
most craving relish for greatness; it is even said, each chooses
her husband on the hypothesis of his being a great man--in his way.
The good creatures, yet the foolish!--_Essay on Goethe's Works._


She is of that light unreflecting class, of that light unreflecting
sex: _varium semper et mutabile_. And then her Fine-ladyism, though
a purseless one: capricious, coquettish, and with all the finer
sensibilities of the heart; now in the rackets, now in the sullens;
vivid in contradictory resolves; laughing, weeping, without
reason,--though these acts are said to be signs of season.
Consider, too, how she has had to work her way, all along, by
flattery and cajolery; wheedling, eaves-dropping, namby-pambying;
how she needs wages, and knows no other productive trades.--_The
Diamond Necklace._