You are not a woman. You may try – but you can never imagine what it is to have a man’s force of genius in you, and yet to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
That’s what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure o’ one fool as ‘ull tell him he’s wise.
Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
A woman’s heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
A woman, let her be as good as she may, has got to put up with the life her husband makes for her.