What kind of a prospect is that for a life?
I know men and women.

An honourable man is an honourable man, and a liar is a liar; both are born and not made.

One cannot change to the other any more than that same old leopard can change its spots.

After a man tells a woman the first untruth of that sort, the others come piling thick, fast, and mountain high.

The desolation they bring in their wake overshadows anything I have suffered completely.