Evasion Is Unworthy Of Us, And Is

No Woman Allows Her Lover To Descend From His Pedestal. Even A God Is Not Forgiven The Slightest Pettiness.

A Lover Always Thinks Of His Mistress First And Himself Second; With A Husband It Runs The Other Way.

Forgetting Is The Great Secret Of Strong And Creative Lives.

A Mother's Happiness Is Like A Beacon, Lighting Up The Future But Reflected Also On The Past In The Guise Of Fond Memories.

When Women Love Us, They Forgive Us Everything, Even Our Crimes; When They Do Not Love Us, They Give Us Credit For Nothing, Not Even Our Virtues.