Women need to impersonate looking good,
better, best. Not on occasions only, but all the time. Men like women
who are good pals. So ladies impersonate sympathy, kindness, patience,
good fellowship, enthusiasm, in the things that interest men. If you
belong to the Citrus family, impersonate the Peach. If you belong to
the Nettle family, impersonate the Violet. You may be so homely that
your face pains you, but think of the impersonations of beauty you
can buy at the drug store. Impersonate silence. A young lady in
Philadelphia lost her voice and she had nineteen proposals that year.
Impersonate form. You may be as angular as the streets in Boston, yet
almost any department store will shape you up. You may be so fat that
you haven't seen your feet in years, still you can impersonate so much
good nature that men will be attracted to you as flowers to the sun.
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Have confidence in everything you do, even when you eat sausages at a
quick lunch next door to the dog-catcher.
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Hell is not paved with good intentions. Hell is paved with
sanctimonious pretensions.
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When you get up, where does your lap go? When you love, where does
your hate go?
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After you have walked the floor all night trying to get the baby to
sleep, you can at least be thankful that you do not live in Greenland
where the nights are six months long.
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