My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and / Paces about her room again, alone, / She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, / And puts a record on the gramophone.

Woman is the chain by which man is attached to the chariot of folly

A fool and a wise man are alike both in the starting-place--their birth, and at the post--their death; only they differ in the race of their lives.

The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.

A sad spectacle. If they be inhabited, what a scope for misery and folly. If they be not inhabited, what a waste of space.