A great oration may be a sedativeA male devotee is within an inch of a miracleAbove Nature, I tell him, or, we shall be very much belowAs in all great oratory! The key of it is the pathosBack from the altar to discover that she has chained herselfCupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasiteExcess of a merit is a capital offence in moralityHis idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custodyI am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrateI like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breatheI who respect the state of marriage by refusingLove and war have been compared—Both require strategyPeace, I do pray, for the husband-haunted wifePeriod of his life a man becomes too voraciously constantPitiful conceit in menRejoicing they have in their common agreementSelf-worship, which is often self-distrustSuspects all young men and most young womenTheir idol pitched before them on the floorWere I chained, For liberty I would sell libertyWoman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of manYour devotion craves an enormous exchange
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