BOOK V

Love and Marriage

LOVE AND MARRIAGE

To Love on Feeling Its Approach

By Helen Hoyt

(In “The Masses.”)

Love is a burden, a chain, Love is a trammel and tie; Love is disquiet and pain That slowly go by.

O why should I bind my heart And bind my sight? Love is only a part Of all delight.

Let me have room for the rest,— To find and explore! Love is greatest and best? But love closes the door.

And closes us off so long from the ways And concernments of men; And owns us, and hinders our days. O love, come not again!

I have walked with you all my mile, Now let me be free, be free! O now a little while Love, come not back to me!

Ashes of Life

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

(In “The Forum.”)

Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike; Eat I must and sleep I will,—and would that night were here! But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me; But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through— There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,— And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow There’s this little street and this little house.

The Greatest Love

By Rahel Varnhagen

(From “Life and Letters of Rahel Varnhagen.”)

Only one in the whole world recognizes my claim to the personality, and does not wish merely to use and swallow up some part or other of me; loves me as nature created me, and fate distorted me; understands this fate; is willing to leave me the remainder of my life, and to gladden it and draw it nearer to heaven; and, for the happiness of being my friend, will be, do, and leave all for me. This is the man who is called my bridegroom.

Love-Songs

By Mary Carolyn Davies

What is love? Love is when you touch me; Love is a noise of stars singing as they march; Love is a voice of worlds glad to be together; What is love?

There is a strong wall about me to protect me: It is built of the words you have said to me.

There are swords about me to keep me safe: They are the kisses of your lips.

Before me goes a shield to guard me from harm: It is the shadow of your arms between me and danger.

All the wishes of my mind know your name, And the white desires of my heart They are acquainted with you. The cry of my body for completeness, That is a cry to you. My blood beats out your name to me, unceasing, pitiless— Your name, your name.

My body talks about you in the night, My hand says soft, “His hand is like a shield.” My cheek grows warm, remembering your lips. My arms reach blindly out into the dark; My pulses say, “We cannot beat without him;” And my eyes do not speak at all, for what they know is beyond being said. My body talks about you all night long. I cannot sleep, my body talks so loud.

See, I lead you to my heart, It is a winding way, the way to my heart; It is thorn-beset and very long; It is walled and buttressed; it is sentineled, And none could ever find the way alone. So take my hand, And I will lead you to my heart.

Our hearts lie so close That when your heart trembles, Mine will be afraid.

Our hearts beat so near That when your heart stirs, Mine will hear it.

Our hearts speak so loud That all the world must know.

I have lost track of what world I am living in Or what day I am seeing; I only know that there is blue about— The blue of your eyes;

I only know that there is music somewhere— Words quick and broken that you have said.

Your parted lips hard on mine, Your sudden arms crushing heaven into my heart, Your broken words that tell me nothing and everything—

When God is thundering the last world into oblivion, And quenching the farthest star, And putting blackness around, We two will cling to each other.

A Man Never Gets Over It

By Cornelia A. P. Comer

(From “The Wealth of Timmy Zimmerman,” in the “Atlantic Monthly.”)

“I mean to have a swell home, if I am a bachelor,” boasted Timmy. “I feel like I wanted it. It’s just another game, I guess. But I’ll play a lone hand—I don’t reckon a man can be ready for matrimony when it sends cold shivers down his spine just to think of it, do you?”

Kid lowered his voice.

“Timmy, listen a minute. I’ll tell you something—_a man never gets over feelin’ that way about it_. He just has to kind of chloroform them feelings and hurry along with it. Because there ain’t no doubt it’s the thing to do.”

Marriage, a Partnership

By Mrs. Newell Dwight Hillis

(American contemporary. From “The American Woman and Her Home.”)

There is a sense in which marriage is a contract, at the same time business, moral and social....

Marriage is looked upon often as the consummation of the romance of life, whereas, it is simply its beginning. It is called a matter of the heart, which it should be, but it should also be an affair of the intellect. It is fortunate that the day of early marriage has passed, since the early marriage implied a choice guided almost wholly by the emotions, as the intellect is slower in its development than the heart. But marriage should involve both heart and brain and fulfill the chief desire of both.

One of the Best Things

By Charlotte Perkins Gilman

(From “The Duty of Surplus Women,” in “The Independent.”)

(See page 280)

If marriage laws are wrong, mend them. If marriage customs offend, change them. If other people’s marriages do not please, improve on them. But marriage itself remains a good thing—one of the best things in the world.

What Is Love?

By Elizabeth Philip

(English contemporary. Quoted from “Women the World Over.”)

What is Love, that all the world Should talk so much about it? What is Love, that neither you Nor I can do without it?

What is Love that it should be As changeful as the weather? Is it joy or is it pain Or is it both together?

Love’s a tyrant and a slave, A torment and a treasure. Having it, you know no peace, Lacking it, no pleasure.

Would I shun it if I could? Faith, I almost doubt it. No, I’d rather bear its sting, Than live my life without it.

The Art of Loving

By Ellen Key

(Contemporary Norwegian writer. From “Love and Marriage.”[10])

Every developed modern woman wishes to be loved not _enmale_, but _en artiste_. Only a man whom she feels to possess an artist’s joy in her, and who shows this joy in discreet and delicate contact with her soul as with her body, can retain the love of the modern woman.

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A New Stimulus to Marriage

By Mrs. St. Clair Stobart

(See page 55)

As concerns marriage, if it should indeed be true that women, who can find practical work in life outside marriage, would no longer be so eager to marry, this would not necessarily be an evil, for it would probably act as an additional incentive to man to desire marriage. Marriage has been regarded for women as a profession in which failure involves, as in other professions, humiliation. Women are trained, therefore, under the present régime, to employ all the arts at their disposal to ensure success in their profession.... If women were absorbed in professions and occupations, such as farming, architecture, territorial service, and the like, and only desired marriage when and because they loved, we would have the loss in the woman of the wiles and artificialities which formerly stimulated the man, and marriage would be counterbalanced by a more healthy emulation on the part of the man, who would be desirous to obtain something of value which was difficult to get.

The Old Suffragist

By Margaret Widdemer

(See page 156)

She could have loved—her woman passions beat Deeper than theirs, or else she had not known How to have dropped her heart beneath their feet A living stepping-stone.

The little hands—did they not clutch her heart? The guarding arms—was she not very tired? Was it an easy thing to walk apart, Unresting, undesired?

She gave away her crown of woman-praise, Her gentleness and silent girlhood grace To be a merriment for idle days, Scorn for the market-place:

She strove for an unvisioned, far-off good, For one far hope she knew she would not see: These—not _her_ daughters—crowned with motherhood, And love and beauty—free.

Postponing Marriage

By Ethel Maud Colquhoun

(See page 172)

A very important question in this connection is whether, in promising fidelity to one woman, a lover is really undertaking more than he can perform. When he postpones marriage to the latest possible moment man is certainly not offering to his bride that gift of a life-long devotion which is part of the ideal of true love.

Marriage of the “Friends”

By Lucretia Mott

(One of the early leaders in the Woman Suffrage, Anti-Slavery, and other progressive movements of her time. A member of the Society of Friends—a Quaker. The following is from a letter written in 1869 to Josephine Butler, of England.)

In the Marriage union, no ministerial or other official aid is required to consecrate or legalize the bond. After due care in making known their intentions, the parties, in presence of their friends, announce their covenant, with pledge of fidelity and affection, invoking Divine aid for its faithful fulfilment. There is no assumed authority or admitted inferiority, no _promise_ of obedience. Their independence is equal, their dependence mutual, and their obligations reciprocal. This of course has had its influence on married life and the welfare of families. The permanence and happiness of the conjugal relation among us have ever borne a favorable comparison with those of other denominations.

The Love That Pales

By Mary Wollstonecraft

1759-1797

(See page 121)

Youth is the season for love in both sexes; but in those days of thoughtless enjoyment provision should be made for the more important years of life, when reflection takes place of sensation. But Rousseau, and most of the male writers who have followed his steps, have warmly inculcated that the whole tendency of female education ought to be directed to one point—to render them pleasing.

Let me reason with the supporters of this opinion who have any knowledge of human nature. Do they imagine that marriage can eradicate the habitude of life? The woman who has only been taught to please will soon find that her charms are oblique sunbeams, and that they cannot have much effect on her husband’s heart when they are seen every day, when the summer is past and gone. Will she then have sufficient native energy to look into herself for comfort, and cultivate her dormant faculties? Or is it not more rational to expect that she will try to please other men, and, in the emotions raised by the expectations of new conquests, endeavor to forget the mortification her love or pride has received? When the husband ceases to be a lover, and the time will inevitably come, her desire of pleasing will then grow languid, or become a spring of bitterness; and love, perhaps the most evanescent of all passions, gives place to jealousy or vanity.

When Marriage Meant Bondage

By Lucy Stone

(Probably the most brilliant and effective of the early woman suffrage orators. Is said to have possessed a beautiful speaking voice, and great personal charm. The founder, with her husband, Henry Blackwell, of “The Woman’s Journal.” From “Susan B. Anthony, Her Life and Work.”)

The common law, which regulates the relation of husband and wife, and is modified only in a few instances by the statutes, gives the “custody” of the wife’s person to the husband, so that he has a right to her even against herself. It gives him her earnings, no matter with what weariness they have been acquired, or how greatly she may need them for herself or her children. It gives him a right to her personal property which he may will away from her, also the use of her real estate, and in some of the states, married women, insane persons and idiots are ranked together as not fit to make a will; so that she is left with only one right, which she enjoys in common with the pauper, the right of maintenance. Indeed, when she has taken the sacred marriage vows, her legal existence ceases.

A Possible Utopia

By Josephine Pitcairn Knowles

(From “The Upholstered Cage.”)

Nothing is permanent, there is going on always a continual shuffling of the cards of public opinion; trends of thought, standards of conduct come and go; and so when the day comes that women are more economically independent, then they will go on strike and sweep away all the unworthy suitors and declare that they will only mate with the physically and mentally sound, and then all considerations but love and respect will go by the board. This will appear but a distant and unrealizable Utopia to many who read this; nevertheless it will happen; all changes seem incredible from the distance, but when they crystallize themselves in fact nothing appears more natural or suitable. Every prophecy since the commencement of history has been scouted in its first inception, but when in time it has fulfilled itself it is seen to be the very thing awaited, natural and obvious, and a direct result of the past sequence of events.

Marriage and the Labor Market

By M. Carey Thomas

(See page 10)

Recent investigations of the after lives of college women and of their sisters who have not been to college have shown us that only about one-half of the daughters of men of the professional business classes who do not inherit independent fortunes can look forward to marriage. Statistics seem to prove that only fifty per cent. of the women of these classes marry. What are the other fifty per cent. to do except work or starve? Most women of independent means marry because their inherited fortunes enable them to contribute to the support of the family. Women of the working classes marry because they too, can help by their labor to support the family. It is only the dowerless women who are prevented by social usage from engaging in paid work outside the home, or in manual labor inside the home, after marriage, who remain unmarried. All other women are married and at work.

Is it well for the great middle classes of our civilized nations that is, for the classes that are not very poor or very rich, to contain these ever increasing number of celibate men and women? To such a question there can be only one reply. If it is ill, as we all admit, why do we not encourage the women of these middle classes to work and marry like the women of the poorer classes who are practically all married? Why in England and Germany and the United States are there these thousands upon thousands of unmarried women teachers, a celibate class like the monks and nuns of the Middle Ages, and like them an ever present menace to the welfare of the state? Why in Italy, on the other hand, are so many of the women public school teachers married? Because in Germany and England and the United States women teachers lose their positions when they marry, and marry and starve they cannot. Because in Italy women teachers are allowed to marry and teach. Is it inconceivable that the state of the future in which women as well as men will vote will deprive women of bread because they wish to marry?

Marriage Laws in 1850

By Clarina Howard Nichols

(From speech at Woman’s Suffrage Convention in 1852. Quoted from “Life of Susan B. Anthony.”)

If a wife is compelled to get a divorce on account of the infidelity of the husband, she forfeits all right to the property which they have earned together, while the husband, who is the offender still remains the sole possession and control of the estate. She, the innocent party, goes out childless and portionless by decree of law, and he, the criminal, retains the home and children by favor of the same law. A drunkard takes his wife’s clothing to pay his rum bills, and the court declares that the action is legal because the wife belongs to the husband.

A Preventive of Divorce

By Margaret O. B. Wilkinson

(From “Parents and Their Problems.”)

(See page 173)

And here we come to the most potent of all causes of divorce—the conventionally enforced idleness of many married women—parasitism, Mrs. Schreiner calls it—and the overwork of many of our men.... The rush of our present life comes to bear most heavily on our most chivalrous. It wears them out physically and mentally and discourages them spiritually before they are fifty years of age. It gives them only time enough to nourish a vague doubt of the womanhood that is content to fatten their toil, instead of laboring staunchly with them as healthy women should do. They find their usefulness limited, their powers exhausted, and wonder why. And then, sometimes in utter weariness they throw off the yoke and try to begin again. But the women are not always wholly to blame for this condition. Sometimes with a perfectly unreasoning “I can support a wife” pride, a man will insist that a woman give up once and forever the only work in which she takes an interest, and leaves her a choice between idleness and housework in his home (which always, with or without fitness, a man will permit a woman to do)! But if a woman should say to her husband before, or soon after marriage, “John, it does not please me that you should be a lawyer—you must become a stock broker,” or “James, when you marry me you must give up the art you love and become a carpenter,” would we not be quick to decry her injustice? Yet there are men who still say to their wives, “The work you love you must give up. You may do the work I provide or none at all.”

Of course, motherhood brings to women certain limitations, but the thing we do not recognize is that these limitations are temporary. And, if, in the ages past, women were able to combine with motherhood the most arduous physical labors, it seems probable, that, in the present and future when the demands of maternity are less rigorous, women should be able, with gain to the race, to enter new fields of labor and accomplish laudable results.

Surely there is no greater safeguard for man and woman than the work in which mind and body can delight.

Overheard in the Marriage Congress

By Adella M. Parker

(From the Suffrage Edition of the “Daily News,” Tacoma, Wash.)

Once upon a time all the men in the world gathered together to make the laws of marriage. And the women, learning of this, gathered also, protesting and saying:

“A woman is one of the parties to every contract of marriage. Why do we also not make the laws of marriage?”

“Woman’s place is at home,” said the men.

“But,” said the women, “the marriage agreement is the very basis of the home.”

“Yes,” said the men, “but woman’s place is at home. It is not her place to create the conditions that make the home.”

“For how long is the marriage contract?” asked the women.

“Forever,” said the men. Then the women said:

“Suppose we should insist upon helping to make the contracts we enter into?”

“It wouldn’t be lawful,” said the men.

“Who makes the laws?” said the women.

“We do,” said the men.

“And do the men make the laws concerning the rights of children?” asked a woman with a babe in her arms, and another at her heels.

“Oh yes,” said the men.

“And the laws concerning a woman’s rights with respect to her own child?”

“Yes,” said the men, “the women bear the children, but the men determine their legal control.”

“Can the marriage contract ever be broken?” asked the bravest one of the women.

“No,” said the men, “it can’t be broken except upon facts that can’t be proved.”

“Do the men keep the marriage vows?” softly asked a woman ’way at the rear.

“Hush,” said a portly landlord who owned a “restricted district;” “no respectable woman would ask such a question.” Then a thoughtful woman earnestly asked:

“Will there not be more murders, and more suicides and more insanity if the women have not part in settling the terms of marriage?”

But the Lombrosos and the Allen McLane Hamiltons and all the other criminologists and insanity experts paid no heed to this question. Finally the women said:

“But suppose we don’t enter into these contracts that you make?”

“Oh, but you will,” said the men.

And they did. But some of the women got even.

The Cry of Man to Woman

By C. Gasquoine Hartley

(From “The Truth About Woman.”)

The cry of man to woman under the patriarchal system has been, and still for the most part is, “Your value in our eyes is your sexuality; for your work we care not.” But mark this! The penalty of this false adjustment has fallen upon men. For women, in their turn, have come to value men first in their capacity as providers for them, caring as little for man’s sex value as men for women’s work-value. From the moment when women had to place the economic considerations in love first, her faculties of discrimination were no more of service for the selection of the fittest man. Here we may find the explanation of the kind of men girls have been willing to marry—old men, the unfit fathers, the diseased.... And it is the race that has suffered.

When Love Went By

By Theodosia Garrison

(In “The Woman’s Home Companion.”)

When Love went by I scarcely bent My eyes to see the way he went. Life had so many joys to show, What time I had to watch him go, Or bid him in, whom folly sent.

But when the day was well nigh spent, From out the casement long I leant, Ah, would I had been watching so When Love went by!

Gray day with dismal nights are blent, Lonely and sad and discontent; I would his feet had been more slow. Oh, heart of mine, how could we know Or realize what passing meant When Love went by?

The Flirt

By Amelia Josephine Burr

(From “The Century Magazine.”)

Beautiful Boy, lend me your youth to play with; My heart is old. Lend me your fire to make my twilight gay with, To warm my cold; Prove that the power my look has not forsaken, That at my will My touch can quicken pulses and awaken Man’s passion still.

The moment that I ask do not begrudge me. I shall not stay. I shall have gone, e’er you have time to judge me, My empty way. I am not worth remembrance, little brother, Even to damn. One kiss—O God! if I were only other Than what I am!

I Can Go to Love Again

By Margaret Widdemer

(From “The Century Magazine.”)

Now that you are gone, loving hands, loving lips, Now I can go back to love, I can free my soul, that was kissed to eclipse, I can fling my thoughts above. I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill, Now that I am lone and free, Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill, All my red-winged dreams to me.

I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame, I had watched for love, a star; That was never love that you brought when you came.... Silver cord and golden bar! I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak; I was bound with love a shroud, All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke.... Dreams I dared not call aloud.

They are waiting still in the hush, in the light, Morning wind and leaves and dew, Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night, Things I gave away for you. I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands, Free my wild heart’s wings from chain, Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands, I can go to love again.

Marriage the Sole Means of Maintenance

By Josephine Butler

(English. Editor of “Woman’s Work and Woman’s Culture,” published in 1869. From the Introduction.)

What dignity can there be in the attitude of women in general, and toward men, in particular, when marriage is held (and often necessarily so, being the sole means of maintenance) to be the one end of a woman’s life, when it is degraded to the level of a feminine profession, when those who are soliciting a place in this profession resemble those flaccid Brazilian creepers which cannot exist without support, and which sprawl out their limp tendrils in every direction to find something—no matter what—to hang upon; when the insipidity or the material necessities of so many women’s lives make them ready to accept almost any man who may offer himself? There has been a pretense of admiring this pretty helplessness of women. But let me explain that I am not deprecating the condition of dependence in which God has placed every human being, man or woman,—the sweet interchange of services, the give and take of true affection, the mutual support and aid of friends or lovers, who have each something to give and to receive. That is a wholly different thing from the abject dependence of one entire class of persons on another and a stronger class. In the present case such a dependence is liable to peculiar dangers by its complication with sexual emotions and motives, and with relations which ought, in an advanced and Christian community, to rest upon a free and deliberate choice,—a decision of the judgment and of the heart, and into which the admission of a necessity, moral or material, introduces a degrading element.... Cordelia ... declared, “Love is not love when it is mingled with respects that stand aloof from the entire point.” Truly, the present condition of society ... leaves little room for the heart’s choice.

The Confidante

By Nora Elizabeth Barnhart

(In “The Independent.”)

I let him in and shut the door, And when the key was turned, There leapt a look into his face— A look I had not learned!

Within the four walls of my heart He sudden stalked a lord, Possessed of all he did survey, To hold by might of sword!

Ah! Then how gray and small the room That I had deemed so fair! How paltry were its furnishings, Its wealth of book and chair!

The wide-flung windows seemed to shrink, That long my stars had framed! The stretch of daisy fields and hills Lay startled and ashamed!

And all my little world was his, Which once had stretched so wide! He holds the key upon his palm, And jingles it with pride!

Mirandy on the Monotony of Domesticity

By Dorothy Dix

(Foremost among American humorous writers. In “Good Housekeeping.”)

Dere ain’t nothin’ dull in bein’ married, and dere ain’t no sameness ’bout havin’, a husband which I reckon is de main reason dat most of us wants one. Hits de ole maids an’ de ole bachelors what ain’t got nobody to boss ’em an’ dispute ’em, an’ rile ’em, an’ fight wid ’em, dat gets dull an’ lonesome lak. Not married folks.... Life in one of dese ole bachelor clubs, or spinsters’ retreats makes me think of my batter puddin’s. Hit sets well on a weak stomach, but hit aint got no flavor to hit. Matrimony, hits lak one of de fruit cakes what I bakes at Christmas. Hits full of ginger an’ spice, an’ plums, an’ raisins, an’ hits mighty apt to give dem a night mare what partakes of hit, but hit sho has got taste to hit.

Marriage Not an Assurance of Support

By Alice Henry

(From “The Trade Union Woman.”[11])

It often happens that marriage in course of time proves to be anything but an assurance of support. Early widowed, the young mother herself may have to earn her children’s bread. Or the husband may become crippled, or an invalid, or he may turn out a drunkard or spendthrift. In any of these circumstances, the responsibility and burden of supporting the family usually falls upon the wife. Is it strange that the group so often drifts into undeserved pauperism, sickness and misery, perhaps later on even into those depths of social maladjustment that bring about crime?

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The Price of Love

By Mary Austin

(From “Love and the Soul Maker.”[12])

“But love,” Valda insisted, ... “should be free.”

“If it is, Nature didn’t make it so. Automatically the end of loving ties up with it those who love and the unborn.

“No sooner do we begin upon it than we enter upon certainties of effecting the happiness of the one who loves with us, and the potential third. It is so little free, that we can neither go out of it nor into it on the mere invitation, nor abate by saying so one of the widening circles of its disaster. Whether for better or worse, love is irrevocably tied to its consequences.”

By Mme. de Girardin

It is not easy to be a widow; one must resume all the modesty of girlhood without being allowed even to feign ignorance.

By Comtesse d’ Houdetot

I have seen more than one woman drown her honor in the clear water of diamonds.

By De Maintenon

Before marriage woman is a queen; after marriage, a subject.

By de l’Enclos

The resistance of a woman is not always a proof of her virtue, but more frequently of her experience.

By Anne Morton Barnard

A prison, plus “love”, is tyranny with its crown carefully hidden.

Mrs. W. K. Clifford

Why should man, who is strong, always get the best of it, and be forgiven so much; and woman who is weak, get the worst, and be forgiven so little?

By George Eliot

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her own beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

By Marguerite de Valois

There are few husbands whom the wife cannot win in the long run by patience and love, unless they are harder than the rocks which the soft water penetrates in time.

By Countess Natahlie

Love is the association of two beings for the benefit of one.

George Eliot

We look at one little woman’s face we love, as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our yearnings.

By “Ouida”

What is it that love does to woman? Without it, she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.

By Mme. de Lambert

It is only the coward who reproaches as a dishonor the love a woman has cherished for him.

By Amelia E. Barr

The truth is, women are lost because they do not deliberate.

By Mrs. Alec Tweedie

(See page 126)

There will be more marriages, and happier marriages, when women are on an equal footing with men in education and income.

By Mme. du Bocage

The coquette comprises her reputation, and sometimes even her virtue; the prude, on the contrary, often sacrifices her honor in private, and preserves it in public.

By George Sand

A woman cannot guarantee her heart, even though her husband be the greatest and most perfect of men.

By Mme. de Rieux

In all ill-mated marriages, the fault is less the woman’s than the man’s, as the choice depended on her the least.

By Marguerite de Valois

There are women so hard to please that it seems as if nothing less than an angel will suit them; hence it comes that they often meet with devils.

By Mme. Bachi

Men bestow compliments only on women who deserve none.

By Mme. de Rieux

Marriage is a lottery in which men stake their liberty, and women their happiness.

By Mme. de Flahaut

Manners, morals, customs change; the passions are always the same.

By Mme. Necker

The quarrels of lovers are like summer showers that leave the country more verdant and beautiful.

By Mme. Reyband

To continue love in marriage is a science.

By Anna Jameson

How many women since the days of Echo and Narcissus have pined themselves into air for the love of men who were in love only with themselves.

By Amelia E. Barr

Cruelly tempted, perplexed and bewildered, when passion is stronger than reason, women do not think of consequences, but go blindfolded, headlong to their ruin.

By Louise Colet

Better to have never loved, than to have loved unhappily, or to have _half_ loved.

By De Pompadour

Love is the passion of great souls; it makes them merit glory, when it does not turn their heads.

Mme. de Stael

I am glad I am not a man, as I should be obliged to marry a woman.

By Mme. de Motteville

A woman can be held by no stronger tie than the knowledge that she is loved.

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