I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.
What passes for woman's intuition is often nothing more than man's transparency.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.
Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.
It is only the cynicism that is born of success that is penetrating and valid.
