On the roof of the car with the sky starless, I could lie there all night.
On the Roof
There Was Something
There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.
Everything
A present, rare and wonderful. Music proved to be everything.
You Forget
You forget, darling, we should be ourselves all the time.
The Worst is Over
A whisper of reassurance the worst is over, the good the relief the happiness begin to appear.
Saturday Night
A lonely Saturday night. No thoughts, a tranquil house and a simple disposition of everything pleasant.
Weak Spot
He is not a weak spot, he is happiness.
Infinite Calm
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.
They Would Brave All
Together, they would brave all. They stepped or, more correctly, felt irresistibly impelled by the sweet ring of progress beyond the line of storms.
Solitary Rambling
I took such a taste for this solitary rambling that I did not fear breaking forth alone. My confidence proved plenty and sheltered by my cautious counsel I went wandering in search of myself.
