Letter 12: You joke me about Alypiana as being little and unworthy of your size, you tall and immense and monstrous fellow both in form and strength. For now I understand that soul is a matter of measure, and virtue of weight, and that rocks are more valuable than pearls, and crows more respectable than nightingales. Well, well!

Gregory to a friend. You make fun of Alypiana for being small and unworthy of your great size, you tall and immense and monstrous fellow, so impressive in both form and strength. It seems you think the soul is a matter of measurement and virtue a matter of weight, that rocks are more valuable than pearls, and crows more respectable than nightingales. Well then! Rejoice in your bigness and your height, and be in no way inferior to the famed sons of Aloeus. You ride a horse, shake a spear, and occupy yourself with wild beasts. But she has no such pursuits, and no great strength is needed to carry a comb or handle a distaff or sit at a loom -- "for such is the glory of woman." And if you add this: that she has become fixed to the ground in prayer, and through the great movement of her soul is in constant communion with God -- what is there here to boast of in your size or the stature of your body? Pay attention to the wisdom of well-timed silence. Listen to her voice. Notice her simplicity of dress, her womanly strength of character, her usefulness in the home, her love for her husband. Then you will say with the Spartan that truly the soul is not a subject for measurement, and the outer person must yield to the inner. If you look at things this way, you will stop mocking her as small, and you will congratulate yourself on your marriage.

Ep. XII. (About A.D. 365). You joke me about Alypiana as being little and unworthy of your size, you tall and immense and monstrous fellow both in form and strength. For now I understand that soul is a matter of measure, and virtue of weight, and that rocks are more valuable than pearls, and crows more respectable than nightingales. Well, well! rejoice in your bigness and your cubits, and be in no respect inferior to the famed sons of Aloeus. You ride a horse, and shake a spear, and concern yourself with wild beasts. But she has no such work; and no great strength is needed to carry a comb, or to handle a distaff, or to sit by a loom, For such is the glory of woman. And if you add this, that she has become fixed to the ground on account of prayer, and by the great movement of her mind has constant communion with God, what is there here to boast of in your bigness or the stature of your body? Take heed to seasonable silence: listen to her voice: mark her unadornment, her womanly virility, her usefulness at home, her love of her husband. Then you will say with the Laconian, that verily soul is not a subject for measure, and the outer must look to the inner man. If you look at the things in this way you will leave off joking and deriding her as little, and you will congratulate yourself on your marriage.