Your impulses are narrowed to a single point or two, and there all your hopes, fears and desires, become concentrated.
You acquire an intense susceptibility on a few subjects, by the loss of those manifold influences which belong to the out-door habit of mankind.
With us, we have so many resources to fly to for relief, so many attractions to invite and seduce, so many resorts of luxury and life, that the affections become broken up in small, the heart is divided among the thousand; and, if one fragment suffers defeat or denial, why, the pang scarcely touches, and is perhaps unfelt by all the rest.

You have but few aims, few hopes.

With these your very existence is bound up, and if you lose these you are yourselves lost.

Thus I find that your sex, to a certain age, are creatures of love--disappointment invariably begets devotion--and either of these passions, for so they should be called, once brought into exercise, forbids and excludes every other." "Really, Mr.Colleton, you seem to have looked somewhat into the philosophy of this subject, and you may be right in the inferences to which you have come.

On this point I may say nothing; but, do you conceive it altogether fair in you thus to compliment us at our own expense?
You give us the credit of truth, a high eulogium, I grant, in matters which relate to the the affections and the heart; but this is done by robbing us entirely of mental independence.