But woman brings disorder into society through passion.
Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.
In a husband, there is only a man; in a married woman, there is a man, a father, a mother and a woman.
Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.
Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.
Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.