the winds. Stop and think! Consider, soul, consider! A husband is worth more than a key or a portrait! Don't you think so?
All modern theories of diseases are wrong; they are not in the blood, but are the results of wrong, excessive, scant, or morbid magnetism; hence are to be thoroughly cured only by magnetic means, either directly, or by magnetic medical agents.
Never yet was an injury so deep that time could not assuage it; nor an angry man that did not injure himself more than he did the object of his wrath; nor an enemy so bitter but that right and justice in his heart did not eloquently appeal for his opponent; nor was there ever a trouble but that, somehow, a woman was at the bottom of it; nor a joy that she did not create; nor a hatred equal to hers; nor a friendship half so true as woman's. She is a creature very weak, yet capable* of twisting the strongest man that ever lived around her little finger; little, but great, and who can reduce the sternest man's resolutions into the consistency of soft-soap before he can say "Jack Robinson."
I have never failed to observe that those who loudest denounced the amative passion as "animal," "unholy," " impure," and the like, were its veriest slaves.
Never sell your bed or fool it away. It is bad policy. . . I never knew either doctors or philosophers to speak well of each other;a " strong-minded " woman who was not a termagant at home; or a moral reformer that had not a leak in his character, or a soft spot in his head.
A husband — a true one — is worth ten thousand " friends," and a true wife worth a myriad wantons.
I have never known a family difficulty that did not originate in passional satiety, or disturbance of the magnetic equilibrium between couples, and consequently none that were incurable. Man is a whimsical creature, — a curious mixture of good and evil; woman a bundle of strange contradictions. Both are God's master-work; and if each stopped to think a little before a given action, there would be less domestic trouble in the world.
I know that men and women fail and die through feebleness of will; that love lieth at the foundation; that silence is strength; and that goodness alone is power; hence that though all the world array itself against a man, yet, if he be right, God and himself are a majority; and, lastly, I know that a great deal of life's miseries
