The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.

Cosmetics is a boon to every woman, but a girl's best beauty aid is still a near-sighted man.

Recently she had become intrigued by the admiring glances of other women. The admiration of her own sex existed on a higher and more intense plane than anything men could offer, like the romantic rivalries of sisters. Together, women formed a conspiracy of glances entirely exchanged behind the backs of their menfolk.

The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.

The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.

You can be known as the most beautiful woman
who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

The male glance has often been described. It is commonly said to rest coldly on a woman, measuring, weighing, evaluating, selecting her — in other words, turning her into an object.

What is less commonly known is that a woman is not completely defenseless against that glance. If it turns her into an object, then she looks back at the man with the eyes of an object. It is though a hammer had suddenly grown eyes and stare up at the worker pounding a nail with it. When the worker sees the evil eye of the hammer, he loses his self-assurance and slams it on his thumb.

The worker may be the hammer’s master, but the hammer still prevails. A tool knows exactly how it is meant to be handled, while the user of the tool can only have an approximate idea.

Woman work a great many miracles.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Behind every great man there is a woman rolling her eyes.