Bad people are, from the point of view of art, fascinating studies. They represent colour, variety and strangeness. Good people exasperate one's reason; bad people stir one's imagination.
Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination.They are limited to their century. No glamour every transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in any of them.
Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.
A really well-made buttonhole is the only link between Art and Nature.
I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel. She dragged it out again and assured me that I had spoiled her life.
You will never marry again. You were far too happy. When a woman marries again it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.