'Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.
When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier
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.
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
Smells are surer than sounds and sights to make the heartstrings crack.
A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.