"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself." (p.38)
"The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers. [...] We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other." (p. 39-40)
"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong, nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight." (p. 45)
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961). A Moveable Feast. London: Granada, 1984 [It concerns the years 1921 to 1926 in Paris].