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

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It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
Day and night patiently enduring the gradual return back to soft thaw winds, and warm sunshine. The snow is quite gone darling, spring so sweet I feel that it would cure you.
A certain quiet distraction made me rather lax with his cigars on the mantel and a hundred books, from sofa to table, every corner stacked.
The snow began to drive thickly, I, without coat appeared in the yard at length in the radiance of rough weather. I stared at my beautiful hostess.
Every detail, every moment it's all this! To explain why I know God exists.
The world is beautiful, it's not just city. Mountains, woods, animals, oceans - I could take you there.
I love winter, the pools of ice and snowy meadow.
Mornings are good, as close as it got to innocence, this transition to wakefulness.
Early Autumn: dusk and evening - chill and damp, paths rustling with withered leaves, the blue sky hidden by boding rain. I donned a cloak and took a stroll.
When you grow older you'll understand the secret to make life succeed. Know what I know-- feel yourself alive every minute of the day.