女人
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, that’s his.
If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.
Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriages make her look like a public building.
Nothing spoils a romance so much as sense of humour in the woman—or the want of it in the man.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
She wore far too much rogue last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sigh of despair in a woman.