I freely chose the kind of life I led because I was convinced that a woman has as much right as a man to live the way she does if she does no actual harm to society.
I like a man who's good, but not too good - for the good die young, and I hate a dead one.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that while being good is admirable, excessive goodness can lead to a lack of vitality or excitement.
Mae West's quote reflects her humorous take on the balance between morality and liveliness in a partner. She implies that while it's appealing to be with a good man, being 'too good' is boring and may lead to a dull existence, as it suggests a lack of passion or spontaneity. The playful twist that 'the good die young' conveys both a caution against excessive virtue and a desire for a partner who embodies a more vibrant and dynamic personality.
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Example use cases
This quote is perfect for a romantic comedy to illustrate the main character's playful approach to relationships.
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