Nothing about me surprises me.
A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne.
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise to love each other forever is the rashest of enterprises.
Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.