The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.
In beginning the world, if you don't wish to get chafed at every turn, fold up your pride carefully, put it under lock and key, and only let it out to air upon grand occasions. Pride is a garment all stiff brocade outside, all grating sackcloth on the side next to the skin.
O be very sure That no man will learn anything at all, Unless he first will learn humility.
