Women have been brought up much like slaves, that is, to lie.
Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.
Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.
I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.
Money goes where money is, money yearns where money is.
Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare.