If Two People Are In Love They

A Mountain With A Wolf On It Stands A Little Taller.

No Birdcall Is The Musical Equal Of A Clarinet Blown With Panache.

If Two People Are In Love They Can Sleep On The Blade Of A Knife.

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.

There Aren't Many Irritations To Match The Condescension Which A Woman Metes Out To A Man Who She Believes Has Loved Her Vainly For The Past Umpteen Years.