Man cannot choose his duties.
Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one fool tells him he's wise.
She hates everything that is not what she longs for.
It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very much about our own pleasures. We can only have the highest happiness such as goes along with being a great man, by having wide thoughts and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves.