The pillar of the family paradise is love. And in love, man and woman differ. The man is the one who begins love; it is he who follows the woman to win her heart, while she expects the man to lead her to sip the last drop from the cup of pure love.

The girl surpasses the young man in the great importance she attaches to betrothal and marriage. She is more chaste than he, before marriage and after it. Before marriage she is distinguished from him also by her modesty, her calm, her silence,

and her delicate sensibility, so quick to be wounded.

Love is a buried spring in need of a skilled and expert engineer to unearth it, that it may gush forth.

The mother who does not instruct her daughter in the secrets of marriage buries, without our knowing it, the spring of love in her heart, and causes the misery of the new family.

And woman is more generous than man, for she gives the most beautiful thing she possesses. She

loves to have the way opened before her, that she may lead the man to happiness. And she worships the one who prefers her figurative gifts to his admiration of the reality.

Woman's heart hungers and thirsts for love, but she cannot carry her jar and draw except from the pure spring; and yet — alas — she drinks some of the drops that remain clinging to the man's skirts. For reaction has fettered woman's freedom, and fetters it still; she has not been able to shatter her chains and