Sun, Silence, And Happiness.

Always Be Civil To The Girls, You Never Know Who They May Marry.

Nothing About Human Beings Ever Had The Power To Move Me As A Child. Black Beauty Now ... !

Spring Came Late, But When It Came It Was Hand-in-hand With Summer, And Almost At Once Everything Was Baking And Warm, And In The Villages The People Danced Every Night On Concrete Dancing Floors Under The Plane Trees.

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

You've No Idea How Long Life Goes On And How Many, Many Changes It Brings. Young People Seem To Imagine That It's Over In A Flash, That They Do This Thing, Or That Thing, And Then Die, But I Can Assure You They Are Quite Wrong.