People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

Joy Always Came After Pain.

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose Sound Dies On The Wind.