I got nervous at bulls and eagles,Trying to figure what shape Zeus might take for sexWhen it could be your turn next. But now I don't care any longer,I've come to my senses, your profile leaves me cold.Why am I different? you ask. I'll tell you. Because you keep naggingFor presents. That's what turns me off.

Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.

A woman is a creature that's always shopping.

Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.

Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.