On the roof of the car with the sky starless, I could lie there all night.

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On the roof of the car with the sky starless, I could lie there all night.

There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.

A present, rare and wonderful. Music proved to be everything.

A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.

You are an enigmatic reader, the very reason why I engage in my method of thought.

A narrow street in Paris, feet in every doorway, faces in every shop.

A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.

This life no doubt - it was a worthy one.

My tongue burns to tell you - I love you.

It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
