A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

When you make a break for freedom you don't necessarily find company on the way.

I was brought up among the sort of self-important women who had a husband as one has an alibi.

All good fortune is a gift of the gods, and you don't win the favor of the ancient gods by being good, but by being bold.

The self-fulfilled woman is far from reality.

Like many rich men, he thought in anecdotes; like many simple women, she thought in terms of biography.

And without understanding, could each properly love the other?