by men; never by woman.

* * *
The lady-killer is always an object of attraction to ladies, even to
those whom he makes no attempt to slay.

* * *

It may perhaps be a thing as unreasonable as certainly it is
indisputable, that however much wild oats a man may himself sow, he
invariably entertains a very peculiar objection to any woman near or dear
to him entering upon this particular branch of agriculture.

* * *

He is a fool who does not bear himself before his lady-love as a prince
among men.

* * *

Some men are so gallant that they will never be outdone by the woman who
encourages them. But it often leads to strange embarrassments and
entanglements.

* * *

Few things terrify a man more than the knowledge of a woman's ability to
make her emotions--when, if ever, he arrives at it.

* * *

That is a very silly man who thing she can play one woman off against
another. For

In matters of emotional finesse the masculine instance is nowhere: it is
blinded, befogged, befooled at every turn.

Heaven help the man who is dragged into a quarrel between two wrathful
ladies!

* * *

Three things there be--nay, four--which man can never be sure, how a
greatsoever his acumen, his astuteness, or his zeal: a woman; a race
horse; a patent; and the money-market. They defy both faith and fate;
they should be the recreations not the resources of life; and he is a
fool who stakes more than a portion of his substance on any one of them.

* * *

What a paltry thing, after all, is man, man uncomplemented by woman! Left
to himself, he stagnates; linked with a woman, he rises---or sinks. A
gentle touch stimulates him, a confiding heart makes of him a new
creature. Under the rays of feminine sympathy, he expands who else would
remain inert. Fame may allure him, friends encourage him, fortune cause
him a momentary smile, but only woman makes him; and fame, friends,
fortune, all are naught if there be not at his side a sharer of his weal.
A man will strive for fortune, strip himself for friends, scour the earth
for fame; but were there no woman in the world to be won, not one of
these things would he do.

* * *

III. On Women

"Ehret die Fanen!"
-Schiller

From woman, who e're she be, there seems to emanate a potency ineffable
to man,--impalpable, invisible, divine. It lies not in beauty or
grace, not even in manner or mein; and it requires neither wiles nor
artifice. It is not the growth of l