I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.
I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.
and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.
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.
Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships