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And yet even while I was exulting in my solitude I became
aware of a strange lack. I wished a companion to lie near
me in the starlight, silent and not moving, but ever within
touch. For there is a fellowship more quiet even than
solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made
perfect. And to live out of doors with the woman a man
loves is of all lives the most complete and free.
*
The flower of the hedgerow and the star of heaven satisfy
and delight us: how much more the look of the exquisite
being who was created to bear and rear, to madden and
rejoice mankind!
*
So strangely are we built: so much more strong is the love
of woman than the mere love of life.
*
You think that pity--and the kindred sentiments-have the
greatest power upon the heart. I think more nobly of
women. To my view, the man they love will first of all
command their respect; he will be steadfast-proud, if you
please; dry-possibly-but of all things steadfast. They
will look at him in doubt; at last they will see that stern
face which he presents to all of the rest of the world
soften to them alone. First, trust, I say. It is so that
a woman loves who is worthy of heroes.
*
The sex likes to pick up knowledge and yet preserve its
superiority. It is good policy, and almost necessary in
the circumstances. If a man finds a woman admires him,
were it only for his acquaintance with geography, he will
begin at once to build upon the admiration.
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