Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution- it is called pregnancy. Man is for woman a means: the purpose is always the pleasure and than the child. But what is woman for man? Two different things wanted the true man: danger and diversion. Therefore He wanted thy woman, as the most dangerous plaything. Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the Warrior: all else is folly.
Too sweet fruits - the warrior didn't like it. Therefore he liked thy woman; - bitter is even the sweetest woman. Better than man doth woman understand children, but man is more
childish than woman. In the true man there is a child hidden: it always wants to play. Up then, ye women, and discover the child in man! A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, Illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come.
Let the beam of a star shine in your love! Let your hope say: - "May I bear the Superman!" In your love let there be velour! With your love shall ye assail him who inspired you with fear!
In your love be your honor! Little doth woman understand otherwise about honor. But let this be your honor: always to love more than ye are loved, and never be the second.
Let man fear woman when she loved: then makes she every sacrifice, and everything else she regarded as worthless. Let man fear woman when she feel angry: for man in his innermost soul is merely evil; woman, however, is mean. Whom hated woman most? - Thus spoke the iron to the loadstone: - "I hate thee most, because thou attracts, but art too weak to draw unto thee."
The happiness of man is, "I will." The happiness of woman is, "He will."
"LoL! "LoL! Now hath the world become perfect?"- Thus thought every woman when she obeyed with all her love. Obey, must the woman, and find a depth for her surface. Surface is woman's soul, a mobile, stormy film on shallow water.
Man's soul, however, is deep, its current gushed in subterranean Caverns: woman surmised its force, but comprehended it not. Strange! How little we know about woman, and yet how right we are about them! Doth this happen, because with women nothing is impossible? And now accept a little truth by way of thanks my followers!
"Give me, woman, thy little truth!
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