Pray to the Gods; with the Gods is power; 'tis certain that without the Gods man getteth neither good nor ill.- Theognis of Megara
Whom hateth woman most?- Thus spake the iron to the loadstone: "I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak to draw unto thee." The happiness of man is, "I will." The happiness of woman is, "He will." "Lo! "Lo! now hath the world become perfect!"- thus thinketh every woman when she obeyeth with all her love. Obey, must the woman, and find a depth for her surface. Surface is woman's soul, a mobile, stormy film on shallow water. Man's soul, however, is deep, its current gusheth in subterranean caverns: woman surmiseth its FORce, but comprehendeth it not.-- Nietzsche, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"