In the elevated order of ideas, the life of man is glory; the life of woman is love.
Marriage has its unknown great men as war has its Napoleons and philosophy its Descartes.
The Indian axiom "Do not strike even with a flower a woman guilty of a hundred crimes," is my rule of conduct.
Most women proceed like the flea, by leaps and jumps.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes. When they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even for our virtues.