A woman’s heart is often fragile. It is generous and comforting, but when it is broken, it hardens. It shuns out everything and everybody and is almost impossible to penetrate. A woman’s heart can endure disappointment at every level within herself, but not from another. A woman’s heart can love a man more than she could love herself and when there is no man to love her, she can find no love in her heart. A woman’s heart should be polished like the finest silver, handled like a newborn baby, treated with respect, and admired for its beauty.