Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
Few men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.
Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion.
Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.
In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.