The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.

I don't think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn't someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven't, I claim the credit myself.)

Husbands do not care to be contradicted. Indeed, I do not know anyone who does.

Cats always made up to the people who hated them the most. Depending on how you chose to look at it, it was a touching manifestation of trust, or a malicious pleasure in human discomfort.

Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.

When men start talking about 'honor', there is sure to be trouble ahead.

Exaggeration is the cheapest form of humor.