But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.

I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.

Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.

Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.

Happiness is an elusive state of mind not to be gained by clumsy pursuit.It is given to those who do not sue for it:to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it.

I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.