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I Adore Life. What Do All The Fools Matter And All The Stupidity. They Do Matter But Somehow For Me They Cannot Touch The Body Of Life. Life Is Marvellous. I Want To Be Deeply Rooted In It - To Live - To Expand - To Breathe In It - To Rejoice - To Share It. To Give And To Be Asked For Love.

Do You Remember Your Childhood? I Am Always Coming Across These Marvelous Accounts By Writers Who Declare That They Remember 'everything.' I Certainly Don't. The Dark Stretches, The Blanks, Are Much Bigger Than The Bright Glimpses. I Seem To Have Spent Most Of My Time Like A Plant In A Cupboard.

I Am Going To Enjoy Life In Paris I Know. It Is So Human And There Is Something Noble In The City... It Is A Real City, Old And Fine And Life Plays In It For Everybody To See.

You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me And You'd Never Hear It Touch Bottom.

The Pleasure Of All Reading Is Doubled When One Lives With Another Who Shares The Same Books.