Another time, perhaps.

Betrayal clearly has its own reward: the small deep human satisfaction of having one up on someone else. It is the psychology of the mistress, and this regime used it as fuel.

Behold your new mistress, my wife,” he pronounced, “and know that when shebids you, I have bidden you. What service you render her, you are rendering me. What loyalty you give or withhold from her,...

When a man takes a mistress, he doesn’t turn around and divorce his wife.

I came there again another time. And I looked many times again. I was filled with consolation, with my consolation.The thirty-three abominations were truthful. They were the truth. They were life. The sharp fragments of...

But if you will not take this Counsel, and persist in thinking a Commerce with the Sex inevitable, then I repeat my former Advice, that in all your Amours you should prefer old Women to...

…a bard’s down-to-earth love: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red and when she walks, treads on the ground…

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

The thought of a comedy with paid prostitutes always seemed so silly and purposeless, for a person hired by me could never take the place of my imagination of a ‘cruel mistress’.

Woman throughout the ages has been mistress to the law, as man has been its master.

Challenge who you can be, don’t let fate control your future. Fate can come to rule your life if you don’t decide for yourselves exactly what you want. It fills in the bits like a...

Simplicity is the most deceitful mistress that ever betrayed man.

Don’t be mad at a hoe for doing what she does best, besides it’s not her that owes you that loyalty.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.

Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a...

Self-doubt is a persuasive mistress; careful not to shag her or you’ll never get your balls back.” – Simon Hunt

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,That can sing both high and low:Trip no further, pretty sweeting;Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man’s son doth know.What is love?...

Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan...

And after that until the end, there was no relief from being a girl with chores that she wasn’t being paid for, a girl with no new sandals and a friend who wasn’t a friend...

She is not my mistress,’ replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’’Sometimes one and the same thing,’ said Morrel, with a smile.’Not with us, sir,’ replied Dantes.

For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don’t look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake.

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered...