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The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it’s dead for you.
A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.
A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
Men marry because they are tired women, because they are curious both are disappointed.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.