Life Is Ours To Be Spent, Not

But I Like The Feel Of Men On Things, While They're Alive. There's A Feel Of Men About Trucks, Because They've Been Handled With Men's Hands, All Of Them.

Death Is The Only Pure, Beautiful Conclusion Of A Great Passion.

She Is My First, Great Love. She Was A Wonderful, Rare Woman - You Do Not Know; As Strong, And Steadfast, And Generous As The Sun. She Could Be As Swift As A White Whiplash, And As Kind And Gentle As Warm Rain, And As Steadfast As The Irreducible Earth Beneath Us.

When Love Turns Into Dust, Money Becomes The Substitution.

The Tragedy Is When You've Got Sex In The Head Instead Of Down Where It Belongs.