"<p>Women should be admired: if not always the creation and the result, at least the intention with which they create. If an average artist, painter, or writer were to carry out all the intellectual tasks of his life with such care as women put together every day, sometimes several times, from rice powder, hair, nail polish, rags, and jewelry, if every artist were to take care of the nuances , the subtlety of expression, as a store cashier looks after the line of her eyebrows, or the traces of blackheads on the skin of her face, or the delicacy of the skin of her hands: every painter could be a Murillo and every writer a Proust. Women are great artists; unfortunately, their work is perishable.</p>"