A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Smells are surer than sounds and sights to make the heartstrings crack.

What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail, For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.