I did not then know the besetting sin of woman, the passion to discuss her private affairs with anyone who is… — William Somerset Maugham

But who can fathom the subtleties of the human heart? Certainly not those who expect from it only decorous sentiments and normal emotions.

Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.

Men are always the same. Fear makes them cruel.