He must carry forward the banner of life, though seven worlds perish, with all the wives and mothers and children in them.

Hence Jesus, "Woman, what have I to do with thee ?" Every man that lives has to say it again to his wife or mother, once he has any work or mission in hand, that comes from his soul.
But again, no man is a blooming marvel for twenty-four hours a day.
Jesus or Napoleon or any other of them ought to have been man enough to be able to come home at tea-time and put his slippers on and sit under the spell of his wife.

For there you are, the woman has her world, her positivity: the world of love, of emotion, of sympathy.

And it behooves every man in his hour to take off his shoes and relax and give himself up to his woman and her world.

Not to give up his purpose.