Rambles in Womanland. O'Rell Max

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!