Book: A woman of no importance

We women live by our emotions and for them. Passion and for passion.

- We men know life too early.
- And we women know life too late. That's the difference between men and women.

It is necessary to pray in the happiest moments.

It embodied all suffering women. Not she alone, but all of us are stricken in her face.

To bear you I had to look into the eyes of death. To nurture you I had to fight with death. Death fought with me because of you. All women have to deal with it the lives of their children. The death of the childless and therefore wants to take away our children from us.

Women are cruel to one another.

In favor of a bashful blush to say very much, unless, of course, know how to blush when necessary.

In our time, so nice to enjoy something non-permanent.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

Men marry tired, women marry out of curiosity. Both are disappointed.

Women are a fascinatingly wilful sex. Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

For boutonniere in his buttonhole quite and feelings. And tie-most importantly - style. A well - tied tie is the first serious step in life.

We want to build a life for better, cleaner and more equitable grounds than those on which it is built here. Without a doubt, all this sounds strange to you. And can not seem strange. You rich people in England do not understand how you live. How could you understand? You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and clean. Living, as all of you, at the expense of others, exploiting people, you mock the sacrifice, and if they throw the poor a piece of bread, only for someone to manage them for a while. With all your pomp and wealth and art you can't live can't even do that. You love beauty, views of that you can touch and turn, that beauty that you can destroy and destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you have no idea. Your English society seems to me shallow, selfish, foolish. It sees and hears. It lies like a leper in purple. It sits like a dead thing smeared with gold. It is all wrong, all wrong.

- But you didn't tell me what is the reward of the ideal man?
- What reward? Oh, innite hope. This is quite enough for him.