These folk are such liars that they think all other men are, too. - L. Sprague de Camp

I have deeply studied the female mind. Somewhat to my surprise, I found it, not the same as the male, but on balance quite as able.

As all young men must, I was learning the painful lesson that there is no substitute for experience.

It was very puzzling. Why had all this happened to her? In the old days, according to her researches, one blamed a jealous or capricious god for one’s undeserved misfortunes, but nobody had taken the gods seriously for generations. It was, thinkers agreed, a case of the mysterious operations of luck. Emotionally, however, blind chance was a poor substitute for a god when you wanted something on which to turn your resentment at the hard treatment accorded you by fate.