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All Really Nice Girls Wonder When Men Don't Try To Kiss Them. They Know They Shouldn't Want Them To And They Know They Must Act Insulted If They Do, But Just The Same, They Wish The Men Would Try.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.

Until You've Lost Your Reputation, You Never Realize What A Burden It Was.

It Was This Feminine Conspiracy Which Made Southern Society So Pleasant. Women Knew That A Land Where Men Were Contented, Uncontradicted Ans Safe In Possession Of Unpunctured Vanity Was Likely To Be A Very Pleasant Place For Women To Live. So, From The Cradle To The Grave, Women Strove To Make Men Pleased With Themselves, And The Satisfied Men Repaid Lavishly With Gallantry And Adoration. In Fact, Men Willingly Gave Ladies Everything In The World Except Credit For Having Intelligence.