A good woman is the loveliest flower that blooms under heaven; and that we look with love and wonder upon its silent grace, its pure fragrance, its delicate bloom of beauty.
[Women] are the other half of the sky, and without them there is nothing. And without us [men] there’s nothing. There’s only the two together creating children, creating society.
‘Tis the taste of an effeminate fortune, that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.[C’est le gout d’une mole fortune, qui s’affadit aux choses ordinaires et accoustumées.]