he is betrayed by the cynical sparkle of her eyes, by her sophisticated look. Real ladies do not know the price of things, they like adorable follies; their eyes are like beautiful, hothouse flowers.

Here are a great many women, but a real, true woman is not found amongst them.

How sad it is to be a woman! </br> Nothing on earth is held so cheap.

Women lurching around on heels they couldn’t manage (“sexy evening columns” as Frederick’s termed them)—further proof yet again that money can’t buy a clue.

Women do not know all their powers of flirtation.

Academic training in beauty is a sham. When we love a woman, we don't start measuring her legs.

If the cost of something is not advertised, it is a sign that it’s more than you can afford.

ما أقدركن أيها النساء على إخفاء مشاعركن وتكلف ما ليس بكن!

Women don't understand themselves and what is more they do not care about understanding.

Without money, you can't be straightforward in your dealings with women. For without money, you can't pick and choose, you've got to take what women you can get; and then, necessarily, you've got to break free of them. Constancy, like all other virtues, has got to be paid for in money.

Women hate a debt as men a gift.

When I say I know women, I mean I know that I don't know them. Every single woman I ever knew is a puzzle to me, as I have no doubt she is to herself.

Women. They are a complete mystery.

The fact is women are in chains, and their servitude is all the more debasing because they do not realize.