“That’s the trouble these days, too much Sax and Violins in the theatre.”
“By the age of eleven it was . . . too late for the piano and the violin.”
“Where there is love, nothing is too much trouble and there is always time.”
“...nothing is too much trouble if it turns out the way it should.”
“you’ll always come out all right – no matter what. You’re like me that way.’ And that’s where the whole trouble is,” thought Francie. “We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves. . .”
“You just noticedthe disguise that she wearsfrom day to day?Well that’s too bad.Because it’s too late,she’s gone.She slipped away.”