"He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I want it to smell of magnolias instead
of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's
boots crunched on. There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no
poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books,
houses — bound for dust — mortal —

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.