No blame should attach to telling the truth. But it does, it does.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.

And without understanding, could each properly love the other?

Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.