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In The First Woman We Love, We Love Everything. Growing Older, We Love The Woman Only.

A Girl's Coquetry Is Of The Simplest, She Thinks That All Is Said When The Veil Is Laid Aside; A Woman's Coquetry Is Endless, She Shrouds Herself In Veil After Veil, She Satisfies Every Demand Of Man's Vanity, The Novice Responds But To One.

A Woman Questions The Man Who Loves Exactly As A Judge Questions A Criminal. This Being So, A Flash Of The Eye, A Mere Word, An Inflection Of The Voice Or A Moment's Hesitation Suffice To Expose The Fact, Betrayal Or Crime He Is Attempting To Conceal.

The Man Who Enters His Wife's Dressing Room Is Either A Philosopher Or A Fool.

There Are No Principles; There Are Only Events. There Is No Good And Bad, There Are Only Circumstances.