Ah Japhy You Taught Me

But Night Would Come And With It The Mountain Moon And The Lake Would Be Moon - Laned And I'd Go Out And Sit In The Grass And Meditate Facing West, Wishing There Were A Personal God In All This Impersonal Matter.

We Agreed To Love Each Other Madly.

And I Said, 'that Last Thing Is What You Can't Get, Carlo. Nobody Can Get To That Last Thing. We Keep On Living In Hopes Of Catching It Once And For All.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.