A woman ought to look up to her husband, if only a half-inch.
Some marriages break up, and some do not, and in our world you can usually explain the former better than the latter.
Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.
Money: in its absence, we are coarse; in its presence, we are vulgar.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn't either.