And the little snowflakes add to the romanticism.

Love is a two-way street constantly under construction.

Women want the fairytale. Not all women, of course, but most women grow up dreaming about the kind of man who would risk everything for them, even knowing they might get hurt.

It's like snowflakes ... no two are ever alike,

Life is not a song, sweetling.
Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Boyishness—by which I mean animal life in its fullest measure, good nature and honest impulses, hatred of injustice and meanness, and thoughtlessness enough to sink a three-decker.