I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.
Never sit a table when you can stand at the bar.
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.